Monday, December 13, 2021

Ingeborg Bachmann


In the Storm of Roses

 
Wherever we turn in the storm of roses,
the night is lit up by thorns, and the thunder
of leaves, once so quiet within the bushes,
rumbling at our heels.
 
Source: In the Storm of Roses (translator unknown)  by Ingeborg Bachmann.

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