INFORMATION ON POEMS

INFORMATION ON POEMS

A poem is sometimes
a timid hand,
reaching out in the dark
to a fellow being.
You there, I’m here.
I’m happy, I suffer,
I’m thoughtful like you.
I am tired,
and can’t sleep either.

CHRISTINE BUSTA (Austria), 1915 – 1987
Translation: Germain Droogenbroodt – Stanley Barkan