Anton Wildgans

(17 April 1881 - 3 May 1932 / Vienna)

Toujours demain - Poem by Anton Wildgans

Jeden Morgen,
wenn das Zwielicht
mich weckt,
glaub' ich,
der kommende Tag
müsste bringen,
wonach ich mich sehne.

Jeden Abend,
wenn die Dämmerung sinkt,
flüstert mir eine leise Stimme
rätselhaft — verheissend
in's Ohr:
Morgen . . . .

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



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