i am a kind of hermit-crab, and there i found a shell, and would have stayed, but summer passed — the walls i had outgrown. i kept my trinkets in my cave, and to myself alone that attic flat in bremen was my home away from hell.
half-sleepy on the straßenbahn, transport me anywhere — the frei in freie hansestadt, could taste it in the air! i kept a book for sketching in, and never felt so free — that attic flat in bremen where one summer i was me.
This is a poem I wrote for class. We were only supposed to make one stanza, and I only submitted the first (edited into the required quatrain, though I think it breathes better set this way) but I wanted to have the whole thing up somewhere.