Herz Dame
“You, oh you, beloved of my twenty-seven senses, I love ya! - You thine thou yours, I you, you me. - Us? This (incidentally) does not belong here. Who are you, countless woman? You are - are you? - People say you are - let them say it, they don't know where the steeple is. You wear a hat on your feet and stand on your hands, on your hands you walk...” Kurt Schwitters, An Anna Blume (engl. translation: To Eve Blossom)