GermanyPoemsRachel Ulrich


Rachel Ulrich

Berlin, Germany


Five summers ago
You were still there
You said
Rachel, take care
Once in the night, in Berlin, summer rain
We were so young and had not thought of raincoats
We rang your doorbell

Then you could still open doors
You brought us towels and cake

Then winter
I stand outside, the church is full
I don’t know if you notice they are all here on your account
And I, unequal to this, make jokes about death

Five summers later
I cry my eyes out
At last.
The realisation: I miss you!


Rachel Ulrich (22)

grew up in Berlin – the only city where it is possible for her to live. Her nickname is “Rage”, and she would like to make this her agenda more often. She likes hip-hop und Schubert’s Winterreise, alongside this she works 40 hours for a wage. She loves poetry, which consoles her and helps her to find peace, in contrast to politics, which moves her.