Die Kur
Gedicht von René Oberholzer
Ich muss den Gürtel
Um meine Gedichte
Enger schnallen
Sagte der Poet
Und machte
Mit den Versen
Von Ungaretti
Eine Abmagerungskur
Einige Gedichte
Wurden blutarm
Klagten über Krämpfe
Litten an Verstopfung
Fielen in Ohnmacht
Oder starben
Ohne irgendein Wort
Zu hinterlassen
| Cookie | Dauer | Beschreibung |
|---|---|---|
| cookielawinfo-checkbox-analytics | 11 months | This cookie is set by GDPR Cookie Consent plugin. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Analytics". |
| cookielawinfo-checkbox-functional | 11 months | The cookie is set by GDPR cookie consent to record the user consent for the cookies in the category "Functional". |
| cookielawinfo-checkbox-necessary | 11 months | This cookie is set by GDPR Cookie Consent plugin. The cookies is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Necessary". |
| cookielawinfo-checkbox-others | 11 months | This cookie is set by GDPR Cookie Consent plugin. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Other. |
| cookielawinfo-checkbox-performance | 11 months | This cookie is set by GDPR Cookie Consent plugin. The cookie is used to store the user consent for the cookies in the category "Performance". |
| viewed_cookie_policy | 11 months | The cookie is set by the GDPR Cookie Consent plugin and is used to store whether or not user has consented to the use of cookies. It does not store any personal data. |
One thought on “Die Kur”