poor, his bed is not
even his to claim
at least in human reck’ning
could this be the one
ev’ry soul longs for?

a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
poor, his bed is not
even his to claim
at least in human reck’ning
could this be the one
ev’ry soul longs for?
this, and my dreams, are all i bring
for i, being poor, know naught else to do
here is a poem
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Read MoreGlück, hab’ ich gesagt
Read MoreSunrise met the meadow stark and spare
Read Moresome poems are easy to write …
Read Moreremind us, O Lord
when we hunger
i am the lad who gets up at night
and peeps in at windows, face shining bright
when i woke this morning
the ground lay thick with leaves