Tag: Germany

For him the green of the field was a magic light
He was always too willing and nice, too considerate, too generous
Happiness might come the way of early morning
He never spoke anyway, so how could he have said anything wrong?
And then he took one step closer
He wondered whether he had counted right
There is nothing in his world but himself
Life had moved on and left you behind floundering in its wake
I don’t think I have ever felt more alive, he thought
Your soul has become architecture
I’ve never stayed anywhere else for any length of time
But you know? Time is heartbreaking
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it
You think I don’t know how to walk when I want to walk?
Come here. I want to show you something
I just want to get out alive and breathing
When night came he just sat, at the foot of a tree
It moves and changes from one kind of black to another
Some just empty. Some like fingers. And it don’t stay still
There’re five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly
You think dark is just one color, but it ain’t
Through the blast of the gun and the picking of his pocket he slept like a baby
Look out, womens. Here he come. Huh!
He works quickly and with an air of extreme concentration
The man smiles when he sees that
He feels as if he were forgetting something
At home, the man sits with his eyes glued to the front door
But how could it have taken me so long to recognize my own self?
One day the man wakes up and finds that he does not feel like going to work
This afternoon I came here and buried fifty books below the water
We felt afraid
And in the morning the land was cut in two
We’re all getting close now
She thought no poem she’d ever read had been so beautiful
Also skateboarders. They’re a different breed
She was just waiting for him, then they’d walk back to town
And if we didn’t answer the questions, they’d take us to jail
Sir, you sort of wish you were in here, don’t you?
None of that was the worst, though
I don’t think there’s any other way
I don’t know how we’d get along without you
That was something of a relief
But I need two promises. First, that you’ll be home before dark
I don’t think anybody’s here
I’m sure that was a gunshot
You never win against the house
All that seemed long ago now
Who can tell us what the next step is?
And on the pedestal these words appear
Nothing beside remains