An enchantment for a literary view of the panorama | EUROtoday

I bear in mind a convention in Braunschweig 9 years in the past, which our visitor of honour from the Rhineland, Jürgen Becker, left slightly early. The “tractor” he used to have a tendency his meadows within the Bergisches Land wanted to be repaired, and the mechanic was not lengthy in coming. In 1988, in his “Poem of the Reunited Landscape”, Becker presciently famous the lack of landscapes that may supply resonance to a life: “There was / the time when the slowness of a cart, / pulled by oxen along the track, / determined the course of the day (. . .) The children, born in those years, / no longer know the road; the eldest daughter, / twice divorced, manages Hotel Mallorca, / models in the summer (. . .) a grey notice removed / huts, river banks, wasteland, the fleeting possession / of small birds, which since then, like before / the owls and herons, have all but disappeared in the contradiction between / exile and patience.”