Summer 1995 • Vol. XVII No. 3/4 European VoicesJuly 1, 1995 |

Mathematics

Could I put the equal sign between my hell and your hell? Or rather, between my heaven and your hell? I say this in a room of only one lily where you made love's promises, described hunting scenes on the frozen Danube. Again you lay your eggs in a foreign nest and she scolds you while sewing your buttons. I long now more than ever for the mountain's pass, for a grass covered hill, hidden by peaceful lambs.

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