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Verordnet Diesem Geschlecht Keinen Glauben

Ingeborg Bachmann

Do not decree faith on this race,
stars, ships and smoke are enough;
it is concerned with things, determines
stars and mathematical infinity,
and a trait, call it trait of love,
emerges more purely from it all.

The heavens hang limp, and stars come loose
from the juncture with moon and night.

(C) Ingeborg Bachmann
03/21/2017


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