What Finger Should I Wear Amethyst

Erich Fried: The severity



The landscape and the landscape view

listen and not just see and hear your own thoughts

come and go
when thinking of the landscape to the landscape without you

, or sign in the landscape

birds climb
in the morning sky
are no spaceships
no singing scalpels
Not even kite they
as belonging
only to the landscape
when rising real children
real kites in the wind

And the gray
under the trees
on a rainy Lunch
is no cave
for lurking sea monsters
but it's only in gray the trees
may perhaps shelter
from the rain

And the sun has
no reddish-blond hair
and the moon is without you
no waving white beard
And the evening is the evening
and the night is the night
and late autumn is always the time between harvest and death


of: Erich Fried, love poems. Wagenbach Verlag, Berlin 1979th
Photo: Corsica 2010