Rainer Strobelt Poems

You came tripping along
For flutters of an eyelash
In the threads
Your god was weaving for you
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You know
David
Your stone is a violin
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May I say something
About Liście na fioletowej ścianie

Very warm colours
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Rain ever so light
Touching small leaves

This after all is how
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Someone is sitting over there
Saying little

Telling me so much
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I have
in time
not wanted
to be near you
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This they say is Germany
That they claim is India
Oh sure
Go on selling us names
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