Auf dem Friedhof in Fluntern
Der schottische Schriftsteller John Burnside geht zum Grab von James Joyce in Zürich und gerät ins Grübeln
A Flower Given to My Daughter
Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time’s wan wave.
Rosefrail and fair — yet frailest
A wonder wild
In gentle eyes thou veilest,
My blueveined child.
Tags: Zürich
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