Berlin by Leonard M HawkesBeyond
Just having presence
In that thriving,
Throbbing Heart
Of both a nation
And a nightmare;
It is not walls
Nor gates, nor ruins,
Castles, churches, operas,
Nor even Nefertiti
That haunt me
Seven years afterward;
But the soulful
Night-long warbling
Of a Nightingale,
Floating freely
In and out of dreams
In the cramped
And stony confines
Of our Hostel's
Inner court. 07/20/2003 Author's Note: memory
Posted on 07/21/2003 Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
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