The Church of our Lady, in Dresden
Outlined against the Elbe sky,
The Church of our Lady uprises bold!
Who, years before, would have cared to try
This miracle to have then foretold?
From bridge to bridge, mayhap,
Did anyone look and freely wander
And actually see the yawning gap,
A tearing wound in the old - town, yonder?
Ouestions, questions, aye will come:
The Church refills with baroque bliss
The heavens; yet was it not her sandstone dome,
We, most of all, were made to miss?
Only he who 's seen the damage sore -
And, how rich the legacy regained -
Discerns, till now, how poor,
'Spite industry, have we remained!
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)