“Your eyes, now gleaming dark obsidian, Now deep and somber velvet jungle flowers.” — 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 me now, This child so like a light, so still and mild. They want to put it out. Like pouring ink Their shadows seep from angled walls; Like scrawny cats they scuttle Timidly across the footworn… — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share
“The Woman Poet // Die Dichterin You hold me now completely in your hands. My heart beats like a frightened little bird's Against your palm. Take heed! You do not think A person lives within the page you thumb. To you this book is paper, cloth, and ink, Some binding thread and glue, and thus is dumb, And cannot touch… — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share
“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
