NOW

NOW

Now the sentences do not
fall anymore
in my story.
Now I speak, now
I inhale myself,
now I’m am
in the world, now,
that it vanishes from me,
I forget myself,
now I turn pale,
a sentence, which I
have been, my
discarded name, now ̶
and now no more.

PETER HÄRTLING, GERMANY (3.11.1933 – 10.07.2017)

In memoriam

Translation Germain Droogenbroodt
From: Das Land das ich erdachte, Gedichte 1990 – 1993

Radius Verlag, Stuttgart
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