Mary Fischinger, Peru
unserer Leben Im Meer Weiten,
bringen uns einander Naher Wellen von Worten, der Schaum streut
Gedichte von Entfernung auf den Sand und Jahrzehnten. Schlank
und zerbrechlich cuts through the bark
distances and times.
At anchor in the harbor it is the exchange of ideas,
on the horizon of the Scriptures.
It drives them to the gentle wind of the language that unites us in our new
European home countries.
you cross the infinity
poems like the dove in its beak.
stories, experiences. to banish
messages of love and friendship
to loneliness and isolation.
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