Half hands hold my fate.
Where will it sink...
My steps are tiny, like those of a woman.
One evening lay waste all dreams.
Sleep does not come to me -

(C) Alfred Lichtenstein
03/10/2020


Best Poems of Alfred Lichtenstein

• Signs
• Rainy Night
• Reflecting Upon A Human Lung In Alcohol
• A Trouble-making Girl
• After The Ball
• Peace
• The City
• Evening
• In The Tuberculosis Sanitarium
• The Battle At Saarburg
• The Night
• Elegant Morning
• After Combat
• The Trip To The Mental Hospital
• My End
• Towards Morning
• The Sad Man
• Morning