My Blue Piano
Back home I have a blue piano
Yet I can’t play a single note.
It’s been standing in the shadow of the cellar door
Since the world became savage.
Four star-hands played it before
– The moon lady sang in the boat –
Now the rats dance to the clattering.
The keyboard’s smashed to pieces.
I weep for the blue deceased.
Oh dear angels, open up for me
– I’ve eaten from the bitter bread –
The gate to heaven while I’m still living –
Even though it’s forbidden.
(Translated by Anne Stokes)
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