Author Ingeborg Bachmann I step outside myself, out of my eyes, hands, mouth, outside of myself I step, a bundle of goodness and godliness that must make good this devilry that has happened. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments