Stefa Govaart

Das Wirtshaus II

_Poem dedicated to Sydney Barnes, published alongside work by Barnes and Mårten Spångberg_

 

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In this field of death
I want to pause
Winter weighed me up, I could drop
I’ve got an elastic heart, May is coming

Tell me how you’ve never felt/ Delicate or innocent
Tell me how you’ve never felt/ Delicate or innocent

In this tall pub
Chill shines
Its garlands turn on me
My throat and dress billow out, why linger in hurt
Winterreise, lass sie irre sein

Delicate or innocent, tell me how you’ve never felt
Delicate or innocent, tell me how you’ve never felt

In this house for guests 
Are the rooms all occupied
I look out into what's there
Singing fowl, what are the tricks of your trade

Delicate or innocent, tell me
Tell me

When his teeth fell out I 
Lit a candle 
You cannot be my suns
Marry me to the air, marry me to the air

Tell me,            tell me