Posted by Susan47 on November 5, 2005, at 12:43:57
In reply to Re: Erich Fried, posted by alexandra_k on November 5, 2005, at 7:25:22
I have an early sound memory of listening to this, my father reading to my mother, a near-naked picnic on a summer's day .. I was there .. naked, fat, and listening. The sun glistened off my hugely fat cheeks and my eyes near disappeared in the depth of my infant smile .. I remember this not with a clear memory, but more with .. my soul.
What beautiful verse, in English and in German ...
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