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a Glass Floor Underfoot - 29. cottoned fully
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Ströme
Ich verließ der Berge laute Huld,
Und im Schlaf, auf weißer Ströme Rücken,
Glitt ich an der Ebenen Ewigkeiten,
Zu den Weiden-Ufern, harten Herzen.
Sog mein Auge ja an blassen Himmeln?
War nicht alles meiner Sehnsucht nur Gebilde? –
Da ich tot in Wasserstürzen treibe,
In ihre schäumend Ringel-Vließ verklammert.
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Currents
I forsook the raucous grace of the mountains,
And in sleep, on the backs of white water,
Glided along the plains of eternity,
To banks of willowy shores, hard of hearts.
Were my views drawn to the colorless skies?
Were not all the forms my longings assume constructs? –
As I drifted dead among the cascades,
Cottoned fully on want’s spoomed ringlets of fleece.
Stuart Franklin Kepong Forest Reserve, Malaysia (1997)
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