In the storm of roses,
no matter where we turn,
night illumined by thorns,
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Ingeborg Bachmann: Every Day
War no longer declared,
only continued. The extraordinary
becomes the everyday.
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In the storm of roses,
no matter where we turn,
night illumined by thorns,
{ … }
War no longer declared,
only continued. The extraordinary
becomes the everyday.
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