The Verse of Alfred Lichtenstein by Alfred Lichtenstein
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Against the mindless, large,
Deadly blue, shiny skies, The fleshless, dull eyes, The cursed hands, Swollen from crying. Summer Evening All things are seamless, As though forgotten, light and dull. From the sacred heights the green sky spills Still water on the city. Glazed cobblers' lamps shine. Empty bakeries are waiting. People in the street, astonished, stride Towards a miracle. A copper red goblin runs Up towards the roof, up and down. Little girls fall, sobbing From the poles of street lights. The Trip to the Mental Hospital (II) A little girl crouches with her little brother |
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