My Palms Are Raised toward You

Esther Raab

1926

My palms are raised toward you,
To the little light
Which I still have in your eyes,
And you—sharpen your teeth
For the softness of my yellow flesh;
And were this flesh to be thrown upon the field
And would a vulture circle above it—
Still my palms are raised toward you,
To the little light
Which I still have in your eyes.

Translated by
Anne
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