Category: Poems

I WILL WRITE FOR YOU… TO MARIA MIRAGLIA I will write for you a poem of love when in the evening grey an exhausted bird vainly seeks a

An all alone crow perched on a high leafless branch an autumn evening *** The whole blessed day long he was singing—for the lark, but not long enough

An all alone crow perched on a high leafless branch an autumn evening *** The whole blessed day long he was singing—for the lark, but not long enough

You Look for Yourself You look for yourself in joy Quickly it moves to its end Melancholy fades slowly You look for yourself find yourself in the word

WRITE FOR ME Write for me a love poem when the moon calls her maids to stud with shining pearls the dark dome Write for me a love

LAST WISH Inayat Attar   O wind, I begged you so often– and always you showed me your furious face. This is the last time I beg you:

ITHACA   to Germain Droogenbroodt The sun of Ithaca shines on me artificially, from another galaxy. Perhaps it is a white circle surrounded by light. Perhaps from the

  NOW Now the sentences do not fall anymore in my story. Now I speak, now I inhale myself, now I’m am in the world, now, that it

to say that your smile lights up the whole garden is of course an exaggeration but I did indeed see a flower bloom at your approach WILLIAM MARR,

I write in the evening the verses that at day fell into my heart. Poetry of people who walk the streets, poetry of the sailors and of prostitutes;