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.
Verordnet Diesem Geschlecht Keinen Glauben
Ingeborg Bachmann
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Poem topics: faith, moon, night, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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