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Citizen Cane<\/span><\/p>\n Long was every day Then it never turned again into summer<\/span> Occasionally I take groping Karin Kiwus<\/span><\/strong> (Germany, 1942 – )<\/span> Painting: Werner Berges<\/span><\/p>\n Citizen Cane<\/em><\/strong> \/\/Lang war jeder Tag\/und der Schnee\/das Licht meines weichen Himmels\/und die K\u00e4lte\/das Blut meiner gl\u00fchenden Haut\/und das Spiel\/der Garten meiner tollw\u00fctigen Heiterkeit\/\/Danach ist es nie\/Sommer geworden\/Jahre sind vergangen in zugigen H\u00e4usern\/nach den Uhren anderer\/an Schreibtischen mit fl\u00fcchtigen Papieren\/mit falschen W\u00f6rtern in kalten Zigarettenrauch\/\/Manchmal noch nehme ich tastend\/die Glaskugel auf und kehre\/still f\u00fcr mich die Welt um\/meinen erfrorenen Erdball\/mein Winterauge\/blind vor Schnee<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Citizen Cane Long was every day and the snow the light of my soft sky and the cold the blood of my ardent skin and the game the garden of my crazy joy Then it never turned again into summer years have passed in draughty houses controlled by other persons clocks at desks with superficial […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2926,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2927"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2927"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2927\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2926"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2927"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2927"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2927"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span>and the snow
\n<\/span>the light of my soft sky
\n<\/span>and the cold
\n<\/span>the blood of my ardent skin
\n<\/span>and the game
\n<\/span>the garden of my crazy joy<\/span><\/p>\n
\n years have passed in draughty houses
\n<\/span>controlled by other persons clocks<\/span>
\n at desks with superficial papers
\n<\/span>with false words in cold cigarette smoke<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>the glass globe and reverse
\n<\/span>silently for myself the world
\n<\/span>my frozen earth
\n<\/span>my winter eye
\n<\/span>blinded by snow.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nTranslation: Germain Droogenbroodt<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n