Tilly BoescheZacharow Poems

In Rio de Janeiro

I found you helpless tree -
swaying and dancing in wind,
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(in reference to G.E.Lessing, Nathan the Wise)

What a wonderful man -
fine, generous and wise,
...

I listened within myself
and heard the sounds of bells.
On wings of birds
and shining gleam
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Stars are hanging
like glistening pearls
at the bosom of heaven.
The coat of the night
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On my way to Kanchanabury
To the dead of World War II -
no matter which nation nor race:
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Two birds
are fluttering through my mind:
a black raven and a white dove.
The black was ruling
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The guests were talking at a feast
and between the dances
let loose their wit.
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Since at night
he believed in the morning,
they caught him, executed him.
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1.

A lot would already be won
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To have a prayer
I went into the church
and shut the door
behind me
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