Category: Poems

I escape into your magic tent love In the breathing forest where grass tops are bowing Because there is nothing more beautiful Rose Ausländer (1901 – 1988) Translation

 Beholding the stars until daybreak, with its morning red, closes the iris of the nightexperience the dreamed dream not only as a dreambut read the veins in the

I am the sand of the desert a desert of thirst. Your mouth is an oasis where I cannot drink. Mouth: oasis open to all the sand of

She wept in the morning She wept at noon She wept in the evening At morning she lost a son At noon she lost another At evening she

Left as memories on the leaves of a poppy the butterfly’s wings *** Motionless the pond a frog jumping suddenly splashing of water *** The early light rain

BAD HABIT   Every day I go to work for my wife, Olga, so that she has enough money for shopping. I must make an effort. The weekend

You know You know you said never, I never was so happy as that night. Never!  And you said it to me, too, at the same moment I

The painting Constance picked up the brushes. On the cover of the sketchbook some fruits and vegetables. Constanza painted the cherries green and the bananas blue She gave

Trust me with your joy so that I may be its guardian They exist orbiting planets that hear prayers and turn them into stardust And when in the

TENDER CHARACTERS For Saint Valentine’s Day Completed the invisible page of memory secret writing which nobody else knows how to decipher rewritten again and again in the soft