1223
Garmisch-Partenkirchen
5.v.19
for
Björn
in
all this
feathered
fall
of
sky to me
a
screen
the
horizontal
Spring
green
of
the beech
needle
midst
as
if in a glass case –
this
is the city of creatures unseen
and
shake to know the snow
nothing
to hear but my head
this
is how silence was first
when
they landed
frail
as otherworldly
it
is an empire
the
extent of this
we
all know empires melt
but
glory in this monument
almost
Tyrolian
Holy
Roman
would
melt the thunder
till
a river ran
Alps
out there somewhere
no
way to be sure
nothing
to climb in this
tonight
for a darkness
tomorrow
the discovery of sunshine
but
now, in all solemnity
we
stand here for the snow
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