Günter Eich

(1907-1972 / Lebus)

Inventory - Poem by Günter Eich

This is my cap,
this is my overcoat,
here is my shave kit
in its linen pouch.

Some field rations:
my dish, my tumbler,
here in the tin-plate
I've scratched my name.

Scratched it here with this
precious nail
I keep concealed
from coveting eyes.

In the bread bag I have
a pair of wool socks
and a few things that I
discuss with no one,

and these form a pillow
for my head at night.
Some cardboard lies
between me and the ground.

The pencil's the thing
I love the most:
By day it writes verses
I make up at night.

This is my notebook,
this my rain gear,
this is my towel,
this is my twine.


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TRANSLATED BY JOSHUA MEHIGAN

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, November 8, 2013


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