“The moon comes every night to peep
Through the window where I lie,
And I pretend to be asleep ;
But I watch the moon as it goes by,
And it never makes a sound.”
(J. Stephens in The white window)
Amay-Ampsin (B)
Some shadows of the mining industry
Schützenhalle: ins Blaue hinein
Hands groping behind a closed window
“I wandered through a house of many rooms.
It grew darker and darker,
Until, at last, I could only find my way
By passing my fingers along the wall.
Suddenly my hand shot through an open window,
And the thorn of a rose I could not see
Pricked it so sharply
That I cried aloud.”
(A. Lowell, no title, in Pictures of the Floating World)
Eschweiler (D)
Will the laundry be dry by now?
“I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found earth’s breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.”
(C. Cullin in For a poet)
Eschweiler (D)