Poems by Ingeborg Bachmann
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To The Sun
... . . Nothing more beautiful than to see the stick in water and the bird above, ...
I Step Outside Myself
... this devilry that has happened ...
Every Day
... its medal the pitiful star of hope above the heart ...
Nebelland
... Sie weiß, daß der Wind, wenn es dämmert, ...
I Know No Better World
... Alone, no longer out of bravery, not wiping away this saliva, ...
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