Born: 1927, died April 13, 2015

Gnter Grass read a poem. I heard him at a poetry gathering in Rotterdam in June 1973. He read slowly, as though every phrase burdened his jaw and made his sour face even sourer.

Nun zogen sie durch die Strassen, 3,800 Propheten...
Now they moved through the streets in procession,
3,800 prophets...

There was no melody. But I found the images that arose from that poem not easy to forget (I still have the text, Prophetenko