Erich Fried: A Trifle

05 November 2019


I don’t know what love is
but perhaps
it is something like this:
When she
comes home from abroad
and tells me proudly: “I saw a water rat” and I remember these words
when I wake up in the night
and next day at my work
and I long
to hear her say
the same words once more
and for her
to look exactly the same
as she looked
when she said them –
I think that is maybe love
or something rather like it

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