Out of the window.
The roses of air
Open.
And children
Playing in the street
Look up.
Pigeons nibble
At its sweetness.
Girls are beautiful
And men gentle
In this light.
But before the others say so
Someone shuts
The window again.
Karl Krolow
(translated from the German by Kevin Perryman)
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oh my this is so lovely as well! the simplicity of the notations underlines the grace of this moment, everyday moment, though suddenly becoming revelation.
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