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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.
— Jan 24, 2026 02:42PM
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Katia N
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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.
— Jan 23, 2026 02:04PM
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.
Katia N
is on page 589 of 688
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?
— Jan 20, 2026 03:46PM
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?
Katia N
is on page 549 of 688
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)
— Jan 13, 2026 03:08PM
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)
Katia N
is on page 487 of 688
Spoken
and the light
went out,
written, and
a person crumpled
like an old dress.
— Jan 09, 2026 01:41PM
and the light
went out,
written, and
a person crumpled
like an old dress.
Katia N
is on page 400 of 688
On plazas of the city at Christmas
…when the gifts begin to tremble because lovelessness walks through the world, because it snarls at you, barks at you from the snow, and the silver ribbons rip and the tinsel rustles silvery, and the silver and gold, and a golden word comes to you on which you choke because you have been sold and betrayed, and because it does not suffice that for you one is redeemed who once died.
— Dec 24, 2025 04:09PM
…when the gifts begin to tremble because lovelessness walks through the world, because it snarls at you, barks at you from the snow, and the silver ribbons rip and the tinsel rustles silvery, and the silver and gold, and a golden word comes to you on which you choke because you have been sold and betrayed, and because it does not suffice that for you one is redeemed who once died.
Katia N
is on page 233 of 688
Mouth, which slept in my mouth
Eye that guarded my own,
Hand-
and those eyes that drilled through me!
Mouth which spoke the sentence,
Hand, which executed me!
— Dec 23, 2025 03:11PM
Eye that guarded my own,
Hand-
and those eyes that drilled through me!
Mouth which spoke the sentence,
Hand, which executed me!
and therefore am not allowed. A glance at
your face means my erasure.
I merely remain on the margins,
inside I have nothing more. I
don't praise the supple movements
of your thoughts and sharp replies.
I look, and I lie unconscious
inside a sentence which you say and
I hear your voice, its passé defini,
and the conjunctive, and I don't know
if one could love someone more. You also say
dunque and I die and pray
as in my dreams I raise
the cost of our nights, drinking yet
another glass and listening, listening and understanding
through listening
that I am not the one.