World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire--
World, they have taken the small children like butterflies and thrown them, beating their wings, into the fire-- - Nelly Sachs
- Nelly Sachs
When sleep leaves the body like smoke and man, sated with secrets, drives the overworked nag of quarrel out of its stall, then the fire-breathing uni… - Nelly Sachs
When sleep leaves the body like smoke and man, sated with secrets, drives the overworked nag of quarrel out of its stall, then the fire-breathing uni…
When sleep enters the body like smoke and man journeys into the abyss like an extinguished star that is lighted elsewhere, then all quarrel ceases, o… - Nelly Sachs
When sleep enters the body like smoke and man journeys into the abyss like an extinguished star that is lighted elsewhere, then all quarrel ceases, o…
Instead of a homeland I hold the metamorphoses of the world. - Nelly Sachs
Instead of a homeland I hold the metamorphoses of the world.
But silence is where victims dwell. - Nelly Sachs
But silence is where victims dwell.
We mothers rock into the heart of the world the melody of peace. - Nelly Sachs
We mothers rock into the heart of the world the melody of peace.
To me, a fairy tale seems to have become reality. - Nelly Sachs
To me, a fairy tale seems to have become reality.
We breathed the air of freedom without knowing the language or any person. - Nelly Sachs
We breathed the air of freedom without knowing the language or any person.
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