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In your eyes there are windows

(English translation of 'Innen sind deine Augen Fenster' by Ingeborg Bachmann)

In your eyes there are windows
to a land where I stand in full view.

In your chest there's a sea
that draws me down to the sea floor.
In your lap there’s a landing place
for my ships, the homecoming
from so many long travels.

Luck makes a silver dew,
on which I'm stuck fast.

In your mouth there’s a fluffy nest
for my fledgling tongue.
In your flesh there's a melon light,
sweet and moreish.
In your veins there's a calmness
entirely filled with gold,
when I wash it with my tears
I am instantly restored to myself again.

You are entitled, your arms embrace
all that was awarded to you first.

In your feet there's never any need to go onwards,
they've already arrived in my sandy land.
In your bones there are bright flutes
from which I can conjure up sounds
that also bewitch death...

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