The rain
Never falls upwards.
When the wound
Stops hurting
What hurts is
The scar.


"Poems Belonging to a Reader for Those who Live in Cities" [Zum Lesebuch für Städtebewohner gehörige Gedichte] (1926-1927), poem 10, trans. Frank Jones in Poems, 1913-1956, p. 148 - Poems, 1913-1956 (1976)


The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.

The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.

The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.

The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.