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My Blue Piano

Back home I have a blue piano
Yet I can’t play a single note.

It’s been standing in the shadow of the cellar door
Since the world became savage.

Four star-hands played it before
– The moon lady sang in the boat –
Now the rats dance to the clattering.

The keyboard’s smashed to pieces.
I weep for the blue deceased.

Oh dear angels, open up for me
– I’ve eaten from the bitter bread –
The gate to heaven while I’m still living –
Even though it’s forbidden.

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Else Lasker-Schüler
Anne Stokes
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2015 Number 3 - SOLD OUT - The Tangled Route

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Anne Stokes

Anne Stokes has worked in the fields of German studies and English as a foreign language and now works in translation studies...

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