The weight of the snow heavily bears down on the branches of the vinegar tree look Poem by Silke Scheuermann

Which swords lie freely on the fields
when we go for a walk? I am sure
hand in hand everything's possible whee! little angel fly

little angel die This is just some chat
about this and that when we go for a walk
I know and so do you All sorts of things

happened last week
Last year the trees at the left edge of the forest were bending
under the weight of the snow We proved our own

stability these past successful
summers I think
I always gaze up in the air when you say

we'll once more pass safely through full moon
Let us plan a holiday this time further towards the
sun much closer to it

Why, that's almost
as though we lay down together laughing
in the heat of June on the wild bed

in the field I say darling you also say
darling The swords smile at us no one
lifts one up I maintain we'll grow old together

Translated by Hans-Christian Oeser & Gabriel Rosenstock