January 10, 2009 at 8:51 pm (poem)

In Mittelhochdeutsch:

vil minneclîchez wîp
wê, waz mac ich waz ir niht wißt
sagent, mîn Vrowe
süeze Vrowe
ire mîn lôn uten got
iuwer schoene
uten haz
âne huote ich sagent
zesame die gerne geliep werden sîn.


in english:

lying down I feel the cold of winter
coming through the plastered walls
and below the freezing cloak of night
silence brings back memories

your breathing, both steady and irregular
the scent you leave
with the warmth and cold, all the touches
the marks you leave

fresh and imprinted
can’t and don’t want to forget
but with coming pain
they slightly fade

until the day..
until the day..

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