Jungbrunnen
World
sometimes the day is too long. too short. too empty. too flickering.and what am i supposed to become, everything or nothing? am i a winged ego, more essential?
am old and young, am strange and gentle. the others are there, sometimes strange, sometimes close.
and yet, does anyone understand me?
what nobody gets is captured in michael hammerschmid's poems in all its splendour, in many facets and with merciless accuracy, poetically and with an irrepressible sense of rhythm. the beat in your ears, the beat in your heart, always with barbara hoffmann's original lines at your side.
