Poem
Durs Grünbein
In the provinces 1
(Normandy)The body of a dead dog lies
Slumped on a railway embankment, chewed up
Among the chalk-numbered sleepers.
The longer you look, the more
His skin merges with the dirt, the pools
Of gravel in amongst the virid green grass.
And then the stain of this life
Is finally laundered away.
From: First published on PIW
In der provinz 1
In der provinz 1
(Normandie)Eingefallen am Bahndamm
Liegt ein Hundekadaver, quer im Gebiß
Kreideweiß numerierter Schwellen erstarrt.
Je länger du hinsiehst, je mehr
Zieht sein Fell in den Staub ein, den Schotter
Zwischen den Inseln aus frischem Gras.
Dann ist auch dieses Leben, ein Fleck,
Gründlich getilgt.
From: Nach den Satiren
Publisher: Suhrkamp Verlag,
Publisher: Suhrkamp Verlag,
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In the provinces 1
(Normandy)The body of a dead dog lies
Slumped on a railway embankment, chewed up
Among the chalk-numbered sleepers.
The longer you look, the more
His skin merges with the dirt, the pools
Of gravel in amongst the virid green grass.
And then the stain of this life
Is finally laundered away.
From: First published on PIW
In the provinces 1
(Normandy)The body of a dead dog lies
Slumped on a railway embankment, chewed up
Among the chalk-numbered sleepers.
The longer you look, the more
His skin merges with the dirt, the pools
Of gravel in amongst the virid green grass.
And then the stain of this life
Is finally laundered away.
From: First published on PIW
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