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.

1 comment:

  1. despair I know and long for none....such sorrow

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