Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Königsberg 1945

My city is wrecked
Surrounded, besieged...
And yet I'm here
My path is clear:
To hold out till the end.

My salvation calls me
From over the ice--
A boat at Pillau:
A lovely, long-dream'd-of boat,
Rich with the wonder of the sea..
But I will never reach it.

I laugh with the madness
Of deep-submerg'd despair.

Monday, February 6, 2012

the phooka's (abbreviated) lament

I am memory...
I am dreams...
Yet I am still
Alive , it seems.
So don't forget
That I exist;
Don't let me vanish
In the mist!