The Jewish Woman
Gertrud Kolmar
1932
I am a stranger.
Since no one dares approach me
I would be girded with towers
That wear their steep and stone-gray caps
Aloft in clouds.
The brazen key you will not find
That locks the musty stair. It spirals skyward
As a serpent lifts its scaly head
Into the light.
Oh these walls decay like cliffs
That streams have washed a thousand years;
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