Poetry Tuesday: Aria 1

By that German master Ingeborg Bachmann

Wherever we turn in the storm of roses,
thorns illuminate the night. And the thunder
of a thousand leaves, once so quiet on the bushes,
Is right at our heels.

Wherever the roses’ fire is put out,
Rain washes us into the river. Oh distant night!
Yet a leaf that touched us now floats on the waves,
following us to the sea.

;o)

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