Poetry Quote by Gertrud Kolmar Download Open image ““Come. For the sun has crept down in its cave; its warm red breath has blown away.”” — Gertrud Kolmar ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poetry
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“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
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“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
“She, however, stood and said nothing. / Small, unnoticed, she stood in the crowd, listened, and said / nothing.” — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
“Your eyes, now gleaming dark obsidian, Now deep and somber velvet jungle flowers.” — Gertrud Kolmar Copy Share Image
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