Jürgen Becker Biography

Looking up, the chain of cranes
is switching the tip of the wedge it makes,
the direction of flight stays the same, their speed
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The next hour. As though we were waiting. But
there are always things to be done, we won't even mention
all the baggage.
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Give me those, papers, tobacco, filter, this
time after the war will never end. Dew, the morning chill,
this is how September starts, September
of second-hand citations.
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Of course, these water lilies, at any time
a citeable atmosphere; that is not the way
I was brought up, but later we
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Summer rain. Black evening. On the edge
of a death notice the available data scribbled
that set the interview going, the memory
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