Tangle, Rose Ausländer

To deceive oneself
to let you believe
this tangled world
would be in order

I hear
starving children
weep

I see soldiers
dying

I feel
how the heart of the earth
contracts

ROSE AUSLÄNDER (1901 – 988)
Translation: Germain Droogenbroodt
From: Mein Atem heißt jetzt
Fischer Verlag, Frankfurt am Main