Dear Wiggies,
I am trying to trace a poem in Libuse Moníková's Pavane für eine
verstorbene Infantin, so far without much luck, and wondered if anyone
recognised the following lines (first and last stanzas of the poem):
Unter dem Kopf
beugt sich der Nacken
der das Weltall trägt
unter der Hand einer Frau.
[...] Horizontal
reißt sie mein Maul,
armer Pferdekopfnebel
Any suggestions gratefully received,
best wishes
Lyn Marven
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