Like the spiralling, spiralling linden Poem by Brigitte Oleschinski

Like the spiralling, spiralling linden



leaf, in a most delicate bloodbath, your hand
touches me, far too blonde as it

flames

from the shoulder now
this sheer

Achilles-

wing

translated by Karen Leeder, 1999

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