Portrait von dem Artist als junger Autist – Gedicht von Anderss Pyrssinnen
All the long way up to Fluntern
What a jolly good place to repose
For me whose words were embattled
For me who was spat at by foes
Pause!
Thus out of a rich soil spoke
Unparalleled a narrator’s voice
Like a touch of brilliant thoughts
Not startled by decay
Hey!
You grand green four-leaf clover
With your blackthorn walking stick
Seems like you ain’t never happened
And yet unceasingly you’re
Told!
Anderss Pyrssinnen, born some time ago, living ever since: poems and prose every now and then.