Birgit Heid (in: summer grass 123)


We visit the Trakl House and our eyes glide over the fine furniture, the pictures and the manuscripts of that unfortunate poet. Again and again his eyes open, which I track down. His dark imagery. We read the verses about sister love, decay and war. But also the cheerful poem about the Mirabellpark. In the gallery, squares hang on their feet.

Thunderstorm evening
an outcry from mine

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Year of publication: 2019

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