“I am the dumb, the wild, the things now dead / That men have killed for being mute and strange” — Gertrud Kolmar Poetry 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… — Gertrud Kolmar Happiness Copy Share Image
“The Buried Woman // Die Begrabene In life we all pursued our aims. What held us up was lust and games. What… — Gertrud Kolmar Buried 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… — Gertrud Kolmar Children 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… — Gertrud Kolmar Poet 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… — Gertrud Kolmar Coldness Copy Share Image
“Come. For the sun has crept down in its cave; its warm red breath has blown away.” — Gertrud Kolmar Poetry Copy Share Image
“Your eyes, now gleaming dark obsidian, Now deep and somber velvet jungle flowers.” — Gertrud Kolmar Gardening Copy Share Image
“She, however, stood and said nothing. / Small, unnoticed, she stood in the crowd, listened, and said / nothing.” — Gertrud Kolmar Heart 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… — Gertrud Kolmar Flower Copy Share Image
