Ingeborg Bachmann
Gedichte 1962-1963


Ingeborg Bachmann
The Collected Poems
Poems 1962-1963
So we might die
still together, for that to be,
your house must still
remain my house.
I must come and go from there,
remain there,
for it to seem right,
since otherwise no one will see
what your weary eyes
find at night, only I will,
for I know it, therefore the house
must also e my house
forever, where
I also am, I must
settle the evening
and one's thoughts, help them
go to sleep.

transl. by Peter Filkins