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the hours

When words were your only nourishment
I fed you calla lilies budding in my throat,
shimmering wings of a thousand bees
thrumming walls of verse.
From the stacked shelves of your smoky library
I read to you Aristophanes,
of all poets we loved him best.
In the final hours we longed for rippling fields
anything windswept, certain of life and death.

orchid petals

Efeu — Ivy

Efeu

 

 

Colors of the night

Farben

Zierquitten — Japanese Quinces

Zierquitten — Japanese quinces

See the original at Neues Vom Hutschi

Zierquitten

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