You drown me with shouts, laughter, the ringing of breaking glass.
Yet I call out with my hair standing on end, and my lips move like the lips of a terrified mute who at a banquet saw a wing of the conflagration flying toward them.
Julia Hartwig
You drown me with shouts, laughter, the ringing of breaking glass.
Yet I call out with my hair standing on end, and my lips move like the lips of a terrified mute who at a banquet saw a wing of the conflagration flying toward them.