LUTHER IN THE COURTYARD
(maybe paul huthen)
(maybe paul huthen)
It must have been 1532. Mainz or somewhere.
I was with Martin Luther in the courtyard of
the Abysse D'Sumiel - that's what it sounded
like : heavy cloth with embroidered pillows
and the way they did things then. Drawing out
long-angled red knots on nicely carved tables
and eating strips of some sort of dried meat.
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I had no cares, 'was just passing through.' I
put it that way to Luther, who replied he'd
never heard that before. Sounded like Life
to him. ('You're not trying to buy me off,
are you?') - I said that back to him.
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