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 bulle...
Through the grill of my cell I see children playing. Pinned there, shrinking there, prison-years… torture-years… Germany, your sons will no longer play as ...
lecture des poèmes Ernst Herbeck Extraits de 100 poèmes Édition bilingue Traduit de l'allemand par Éric Dortu, Sabine Günther, Pierre Mréjen, Hendrik ...
