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LESSON it’s so few words that I wring out of myself, as much as some chalk dust out of an eraser after the blackboard’s been wiped clean. Something

DAWN OF HOPE The light of dawn erases the traces of the night. Relentlessly, time goes on flowing, although I wish it would stop like a picture fixed

EAGLE The ravens fly in swarms the eagle flies alone —Luchino Visconti So close to heaven flies the eagle lonely as the poet who patiently waits the arrival

HARVEST I’ll pass through other doors, when the light pushes me and the dew shines in the morning on rose petals and the foam of the sea. Just

AN EARRING LEFT IN MY HAND All the time I heard their whispering voice. But I didn’t mix it with my sighs. Because they touched my ears, I

SEARCH „I searched in your body for the garlands of thirst, for the path of pomegranates revived by the grey squirrels of silence, for a mauve sunset, or

THE PLEAS OF THE CHILDREN “Houses should not burn. Bombers should not be known. Night should be for sleep. Life should not be a punishment. Mothers] should not

  THE SCENT OF HUNGER Not a word about the wilting no humility for the wrinkles in the face just to be a guest at this meal, festively

SECRETS I cannot tell you about my secrets as my secrets are still ripening inside me (Mei Er, contemporary Chinese poet) I cannot tell you my secrets. My

Beyond the World The poet will never forget the roots of fire nor the light of the word. His eyes, widened with wonder, see beyond the world behind