I need strange hard hands

to plow me, tearing apart --


your roots inside me.


Laat harde handenLass harte Hände
ploegen, laat ze diep in mij --mich pflügen, deine Wurzeln --
jouw wortels breken.in mir zerreißen.

Poem H1329
Amsterdam, 2015-09-21

Hard strange hands (Hilde Domin)
Poem "Harte fremde Hände"
Collection: VacantVoid 
Keyword: Goodbye: choice 
Tribute to: Domin, Hilde 
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