Bertolt Barkowski
Again...
it made him nervous,
when, all of a sudden,
I knocked 'gainst the pane of the terrace door.
Hastily, in a fast rhythm
and merely to warn that animal,
the small rat,
tiny creature,
still so young,
that was moving
in the shadow of the pine.
I saw the cat
that was ready
to jump.
From the kitchen, a voice.
It was also warning.
It warned me:
But you can't
change the world, after all
and all that is flowing...
Even you will not stop that!
It echoes,
in my head.
Echoes: You won't stop it...
Hold it up!,
says the other voice.
Not the cat, now,
that is ready to jump:
No the greater doom...
But the letter, recently, said,
To change the world
is something you'd better leave
to more intelligent folks.
That's how it is,
I thought again.
Again and again :
It repeats itself.
They surrender so quickly.
(Transl. by AW, Oct. 25, 2013)
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