I need strange hard hands
to plow me, tearing apart --
your roots inside me.
Laat harde handen
Lass 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"
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VacantVoid
Keyword
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Goodbye: choice
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Domin, Hilde
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