“Come. For the sun has crept down in its cave; its warm red breath has blown away.” — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
“I am the dumb, the wild, the things now dead / That men have killed for being mute and strange” — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
“The murderers are loose! They search the world All through the night, oh God, all through the night! To find the fire kindled in… — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
“The Woman Poet // Die Dichterin You hold me now completely in your hands. My heart beats like a frightened little bird's Against your… — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
“I was never one of those who collect many smaller joys to make a larger happiness as though putting together a bouquet of flowers.… — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
“The Buried Woman // Die Begrabene In life we all pursued our aims. What held us up was lust and games. What drove us… — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
“The Blessed I am in the darkness and alone. In front of me stands the door. When I open it, I am bathed in… — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
“The Swan Oh, a swan! Blooming in grace and power. Were you thrown out of the forest of reeds by Pan To flourish as… — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
“Come. For the sun has crept down in its cave; its warm red breath has blown away.” — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
“She, however, stood and said nothing. / Small, unnoticed, she stood in the crowd, listened, and said / nothing.” — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
