In the Storm of Roses Quotes

“Our field is the sky,
tilled by the sweat of motors,
in the face of night,
at the risk of our dreams---

…. … … … …
Who lived there? Whose hands were pure?
Who glowed in the night,
A ghost to other ghosts?
Who lives down below? Who cries….
Who has lost the key to their house?
Who can’t find their bed, who is sleeping
on the steps of the stairs? When morning comes, who will
dare interpret the silvery trace: look above me…When the
water pushes the watermill wheel once again,
who will dare remember the night?”
― Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses: Selected Poems by Ingeborg Bachmann

“Tell me, love, what I can't explain:
Should I spend this short, horrid time
with thoughts only, and alone
know no love and give none?
Must one think? Won't he be missed?”
― Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses: Selected Poems by Ingeborg Bachmann