All that I say, and every word,
and every press of my hands,
and the tender look in my eyes,
and everything that I have written,
that is no mere breath, and no air,
no movement of the fingers:
that is the flaming blood of my heart
which forces its way out through a thousand gates.
(Herzlich, 1838)
Annette Freün von Droste-Hülshoff (1797 - 1848) Germany
Translated by Marion Tymms
Source: The Wild Muse: The Poetry of Annette Von Droste-Hulshoff, edited and translated by Marion Tymms, Memoirs Publishing, 2013 [The [Bank] Garden]
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