Dieter Wellershoff surprises as a poet. He is well-known and widely awarded as a novelist and storyteller, as well as a writer of brilliant essays and opinionated feuilletons, but he has not yet been recognized in this field: Dieter Wellershoff presents his first and only collection of poetry. In the late 1960s and early 1970s, there was a phase in Dieter Wellershoff's life when the spontaneity of lyrical writing and its condensation through lyrical form became the primary, at times the only appropriate expression of his experiences. A series of poems emerged, characterized by expressive intimacy, situated on the border between dream and reflection. I woke up sitting in bed because someone had said "fresh hay," clearly repeating "fresh hay fresh hay" twice. He showed me his empty hands. And there was someone else, a small old man, who had a cart in front of him.