oh, I am pretty much in the pink, nothing to complain about, believe me, truly splendiferous
Wulf Kirsten’s poems defy any trends; like the River Elbe, they flow through the mountains and find their way into the reader’s feelings, tell of yearning, evoke childhood days long gone, are earthy and yet have names for emptiness, for silence, for those landscapes where nothing but memories dwell and nature takes over.
