29 Ocak 2020 Çarşamba

I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire. -Ingeborg Bachmann


In The Storm Of Roses - Poem by Ingeborg Bachmann

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.


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