ursprache
sometimes the words escape me
1.09.2008
landscape into language
If I sit by a pond to write, my poem shimmers like the water’s surface. If I sit by the river and write, then its flow carries over into my language. When I write on the mountainside, I make a poem with a wide ambit.
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