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by Thomas Bernhard (Author), James Reidel (Translator) "The flower of my anger grows wild and everyone sees its thorn piercing the sky so that blood drips from my sun growing the flower..." (more)
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For all their acrid elegance, [these poems] are compelling because Thomas Bernhard wrote them... [T]hey ... show how deeply Bernhard, the caustic besmircher of the native nest, was rooted in the soil of his homeland. Every line suggests that his love of it was almost equal to his loathing. -- Eric Ormsby New York Sun


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For all their acrid elegance, [these poems] are compelling because Thomas Bernhard wrote them. . . . [T]hey . . . show how deeply Bernhard, the caustic besmircher of the native nest, was rooted in the soil of his homeland. Every line suggests that his love of it was almost equal to his loathing.
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The flower of my anger grows wild and everyone sees its thorn piercing the sky so that blood drips from my sun growing the flower of my bitterness from this grass that washes my feet my bread o Lord the vain flower that is choked in the wheel of night the flower of my wheat Lord the flower of my soul God despise me I am sick from this flower that blooms red in my brain over my sorrow. Read the first page
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