I need strange hard hands

to plow me, tearing apart --


your roots inside me.


Laat harde handenLass harte Hände
ploegen, laat ze diep in mij --mich pflügen, deine Wurzeln --

jouw wortels breken.in mir zerreißen.

Poem H1329
Amsterdam, 2015-09-21
Hard strange hands (Hilde Domin) - 1953
Poem "Harte fremde Hände"
Collection: VacantVoid
Keyword: Goodbye: decision 
Tribute to: Domin, Hilde 
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