The Colour Of East Berlin Poem by Alfred Andersch
The Colour Of East Berlin
This film
shows
cold extinct streets
in which a few sons
walk about
who have not abandoned
the search
for their fathers
the skin of the spree canal smoulders
and goes out
the gendarmenmarkt
still waits blindly
for the hour when owls flee
for the bird of minerva
does not move its feathers
till dusk
beneath the dead war
there stirs
a rusty
grey
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
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5/3/2024 11:39:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
interesting piece, well visualized and instanced