BUT I KNOW If I were a butterfly before my birth a tree or a star I’ve forgotten But I know that I was and will be Moments

Come back often and take hold of me, sensation that I love come back and take hold of me— when the body’s memory awakens and an old longing

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

Dear friends, dear readers, I just returned from Japan, invited at the celebration of the 5th Anniversary of the Japan Universal Poets Association who organized several poetry recitals

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