Treasure Island

Ernst Toller

(1 December 1893 – 22 May 1939 / Samotschin / Poland)

Sentry


Starry sky.
To restrain the beast
my rifle glows,
to fix the black barrel
to the milky moon.
The cry of the Snowy Owl.
A baby whimpers in the village.
The bullet,
treacherous wolf,
bursts into the sleeping house.
The night smells of lime-tree blossoms.

Submitted: Friday, March 30, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

improve

Comments about this poem (Sentry by Ernst Toller )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..
[Hata Bildir]