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Poem

Nora Gomringer

Have forgotten

Have forgotten
The name like the horses
For the things on which the cups
On the shelf back there in the drive
Am standing naked
Hair loose am wearing your ring
A man coming each day
Like a what are they called
Wants to weigh me little one
Strokes across my cheek I think
Murderer you thief you leave that you
Please continue never stopping
Am smelling of arnica old woman
They call to me I ask them
who do you mean by that
Am standing naked in the driveway
Have forgotten

Ben vergeten

Ben vergeten
Te benoemen hoe de straten
De dingen waar de kopjes
Op de plank daarachter op de oprit
Sta ik naakt
Mijn haar los draag ik jouw ring
Komt een man elke dag
Als een hoe heten die
Wil mij kindje wiegen
Streelt mijn wang denk ik
Moordenaar jij hé dief laat dat
Ga nou door voortdurend
Ruik ik naar arnica oude vrouw
Roepen ze me toe ik vraag hun
wie bedoel je dan
Sta ik naakt op de oprit
Ben vergeten

Hab vergessen

Hab vergessen
Zu benennen wie die Straßen
Die Dingen auf denen die Tassen
Im Regal dort hinten in der Auffahrt
Steh ich nackt
Die Haare offen trag ich deinen Ring
Kommt ein Mann täglich
Wie ein wie heißen die
Will mich Kindlein wiegen
Streichelt über meine Wange denk ich
Mörder du Dieb Sie lassen Sie das
Bitte weitermachen unablässig
Riech ich nach Arnika alte Frau
Rufen sie mir zu ich frage sie
wen meint ihr damit
Steh ich nackt in der Auffahrt
Hab vergessen
Close

Have forgotten

Have forgotten
The name like the horses
For the things on which the cups
On the shelf back there in the drive
Am standing naked
Hair loose am wearing your ring
A man coming each day
Like a what are they called
Wants to weigh me little one
Strokes across my cheek I think
Murderer you thief you leave that you
Please continue never stopping
Am smelling of arnica old woman
They call to me I ask them
who do you mean by that
Am standing naked in the driveway
Have forgotten

Have forgotten

Have forgotten
The name like the horses
For the things on which the cups
On the shelf back there in the drive
Am standing naked
Hair loose am wearing your ring
A man coming each day
Like a what are they called
Wants to weigh me little one
Strokes across my cheek I think
Murderer you thief you leave that you
Please continue never stopping
Am smelling of arnica old woman
They call to me I ask them
who do you mean by that
Am standing naked in the driveway
Have forgotten
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