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A fragment from the poem ‘An jemand ganz Anderen’ translated as ‘To someone entirely different’ is in the first comment as it does not fit.

Enigma

for Hans Werner Henze from the time of the Ariosi

Nothing more will come.

Spring will never return.
Thousand-year calendars predict it for everyone.

But also summer, and everything else that has such fine names as "summery"—
nothing more will come.

"You shouldn't cry,"
says a piece of music.

Otherwise,
no one
says
anything.

Enigma

So early in the evening and so late in the morning,
the room is always dark,
snow, fog replaced the reason,
how many winters already?

In the crack in the wall I saw in a moment of panic a black beetle who was playing dead.
Ta like to speak to him,
to show him a way out of this lovely house, to show him an exit, or stomp on him right away.

I learned something from him, I myself
am also playing dead, having fallen into the crack of Berlin, disappearing from the face of the planet,

(Cont in the first comment)