Poem Hunter
(1926 - 1973 / Austria)


Poem By Ingeborg Bachmann

Now the journey is ending,
the wind is losing heart.
Into your hands it's falling,
a rickety house of cards.

The cards are backed with pictures
displaying all the world.
You've stacked up all the images
and shuffled them with words.

And how profound the playing
that once again begins!
Stay, the card you're drawing
is the only world you'll win.

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Comments (7)

the game of card in the world will defeat none but the self at last!
Stay is a very beautiful poem
To stay around with the muse of love and life; before taking another decision. Nice work.
A poem worth reading and reflecting on our own lives.
In card game the selection of card one makes decides one's chance of victory! It is true also in life the poet says indirectly in this poem perhaps, I belive!
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