Demons
Upon my life the tracks have vanished,
We've lost our way, what shall we do?
It must be a demon's leading us
This way & that around the fields.
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3 comments:
you might like Muller's poems that Schubert set to music in Winterreise, they're all about being Russian and mad, even though he was a Hun. Great poems.
Thanks for the tip; like everyone else, I too am always on the look out for poems about being mad & Russian, & if set to music by Schubert-all the better.
Yes, the thought of users in the brain is the key to being outstanding.
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