Moon-Snow Lies on the Meadows

We present this work in honor of the poet’s 90th birthday.

Eva Strittmatter
1930 – 2011


Moon-snow lies on the meadows
as from you I go.
We’ve loved one another long now
not just since the last snow.
Yet every time, I come to you,
it’s so:
I don’t know, who I am, or where,
I’m sad and I’m madly happy.
(Part heathen and part saint.)

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