American Poems American Pie They ran out in the street in front of me two Huck Finn types headed for a morning’s adventure It was the smaller one I hit, a terrier more or less, with a black spot on its side, a female too, and a follower, safe here, she’d be thinking, with her… James Lineberger weiterlesen
Schlagwort: poems
Lauren Byleveld
Vic Poems Farmyard 211 It was a dodgy prick that sold us the lease on his farmyard property he shared the facilities, shed, driveway latrine, bathroom window, but he gave us the paint that wasn’t thick enough to cover great gashing wounds that you might’ve blamed on the rats if it hadn’t been a landslide,… Lauren Byleveld weiterlesen
Christina Conrad
Poems for Stoneking For Stoneking in siena august 1997 you call out of a hot siena afternoon into a dark New Zealand night you say you cannot walk at night for vipers hiss at every turn how? i ask you can one recognise a viper does viper coil in memory does viper coil at base… Christina Conrad weiterlesen
Martina Pfeiler
My First Poems To My Lyrical I And here I tell you, oh lyrical I, that you need to sharpen your poetic eye: Watch out for the inexplicable cold and hot streams in us, in you. Discover the hidden depths of the unconscious in us, in you. Monitor the melodramatic self-pity on a misty evening… Martina Pfeiler weiterlesen
Marianne Gaponenko
Odessa schwarz ward ihr alle raben-torwächter schwarz wenn ich in den turm um mitternacht wiederkehrte in die arme des geliebten zu schnee wurdet ihr alle am morgen Dulzinea zu Quichotte Die zartesten und schwersten Rosen Werden zuteil, mir und dir! Nichts kann nun meine Worte aufhalten Sie sind Perlen, sie rollen mir durch die Finger… Marianne Gaponenko weiterlesen
Billy Marshall-Stoneking
Ventriloquist and Other Poems Ventriloquist I remember that summer when she’d pull out Charlie – which was what she affectionately called my prick – & being an artist, she’d draw a face on it. Then, without moving her lips, she’d go to work: „Hello, how’re you? My name’s Charlie.“ The first time, I laughed. It… Billy Marshall-Stoneking weiterlesen
Walter Hoelbling
Nightpoems nightlife ride the night on fiery wings beyond the moon to the one you love lie open-eyed clothed only in your nervous skin feel the whisperings of the forest under a star-speckled summer sky hear deer rustle through dry leaves on ingrained paths breathe in the night air in deep drunken draughts let your… Walter Hoelbling weiterlesen
Mary Kennan Herbert
A Baptism Of Travel and Other Poems A BAPTISM OF TRAVEL Homer, is a long bus journey essential to a poet’s production? Perhaps ship or train or plane would do if we agree it should be in the dark in a narrow tube of thought flying or floating west into the promising night of raucous… Mary Kennan Herbert weiterlesen
Rudi Krausmann
Fragments I A man sits at the table near the sea. He eats spaghetti with a sweet tomato sauce. For a few seconds he touches the universe. Later he eats a piece of bread and smokes a cigarette. He reads a novel and listens to music. Later he takes his shoes off. If he is… Rudi Krausmann weiterlesen
Adam Raffel
Multicultural Poems THE KADALAY WOMAN I walk in the sweltering heat to school Wearing a uniform designed for temperate conditions Passing beggars and vendors bear bodied in sarongs Selling mangoes I pass her in the park Under the baniyan tree Where she sits on her haunches Her mouth red with beetle nut She turns her… Adam Raffel weiterlesen