Does anyone have a copy of Wandering I could beg, borrow or steal? Apparently the English translation is out of print - here, in the States and in Australia. Anyone who can help would be my new best friend. Or if you know of a London library which has it, that info would also be most welcome. I'm at lyneyb@hotmail.com if you can help. Cheers.

I have a 1972 paperback translation by James Wright and published by Noonday Press, but I have no idea how I would get a copy to you. It's a bit fragile too after all of these years. But, to cast a bright ray of light on your day here's a brief excerpt from it named, "The Wanderer Speaking to Death" ------ You will come to me too some day, You will not forget me. And the torment ends and the fetter breaks. Still, you seem strange and far, dear brother death. You stand like a cold star above my trouble. But some day you will be near and full of flames. Come, beloved, I am here. Take me, I am yours."
"Country Cemetery" Among crosses hung with ivy. Gentle sunlight, fragrance, and the humming of bees. Blessed ones, who lie sheltered, nestled against the heart of the good earth, Blessed, who have come home, gentle and nameless, to rest in the mother's lap. But listen, from the hives and blossoms longing for life sings to me. Out of the tangled roots of dreams the long dead being breaks into the light, the ruins of life, darkly buried, transform themselves and demand the present, and the queenly earth-mother shudders in the effort of birth. The sweet treasure of peace in the hollowed grave rocks gently as a dream in the night. The dream of death is only the dark smoke under which the fires of life are burning." (Don't you just love the last sentence)

And here's one to pick you up as I go on my way today, a poem titled "Magic of Colors" God's breath, here and there, heaven above, heaven below, light sings its songs a thousand times, God becomes the world in so many colors. White to black, warm to cool feel themselves newly drawn, and forever out of the whirling chaos the rainbow rises. And so God's light wanders in a thousand forms, created and shaped together. And we cherish Him as the sun."