Translation:The City (Lichtenstein)
The City
A white bird is the great sky.
Crouching straight under him, there stares a city.
The houses are half-dead old people.
Morosely a thin carriage horse gapes,
And winds, meagre dogs, run a dreary race.
Their skins squeak at the sharp corners.
In a street groans a madman: You, oh, you –
When I finally, my beloved, find thee . . .
A crowd around him marvel and grin full of mockery.
Three little people playing blind man's buff –
Everwhere gray powder lays its hands.
The afternoon, a gentle tearstained God.
- Deutsch⇔
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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