Selection of poetry by Michael Krüger
Two cemeteries Today I passed two cemeteries. One lay coldly under a scorching sun and said with all its wooden crosses: No! The other wooed with many-handed maples and bird song for its...
Two cemeteries Today I passed two cemeteries. One lay coldly under a scorching sun and said with all its wooden crosses: No! The other wooed with many-handed maples and bird song for its...