Wednesday, May 5, 2010



Emmy Hennings

We are waiting for one last adventure
What do we care about sunshine?
High-towered days crumble into ruins
Turbulent nights --prayer in Purgatory.
We no longer read the daily mail
Only sometimes do we smile quietly in the pillows,
Since we know everything, and fly
To and fro slyly in attacks of shivering.
Men may hurry and struggle
Today the rain still falls cheerlessly
We push unsteadily through life
And sleep, confused and exhausted...