Lied (Song) | A poem by George Grosz, 1919

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George Grosz Bourgeois world 1918

George Grosz, Bourgeois world, 1918

We contain all the passions
and all the vices
and all the suns and stars,
chasms and heights,
trees, animals, forests, streams.
This is what we are.
Our experience lies
in our veins,
in our nerves.

We stagger.
Burning
between grey blocks of houses.
On bridges of steel.
Light from a thousand tubes
flows around us,
and a thousand violet nights
etch sharp wrinkles
in our faces.

George Grosz, Lied (Song), 1919

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An Anna Blume | Kurt Schwitters, 1919 / Vessela Dantcheva, 2009

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