Dear Vachel,  Let the Bread's Rhyme



I am longing for disturbing evening

Miserable floating in regardless owl weeping

Lost boy with lost path

Dying in the hands of wrath


I am longing for Your existance

But no one comes over

Except you the lost one like me

You're not Imogen

The one I need most.


Et ego petrarca in lingua vetera scribo

Selected Poems 1999 - 2002


Friday, October 10, 2008

Imogen

We are attached in disheveled memories

And our weeping eyes surrounded

Neglect dark skies


We are attached in red evening daydream believer

With Holderlin, Nietzsche, Ezra Pound

And their endless desire


We are crazy

But destiny has spoken once more

Remember us now or never.


(2001)
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Romance

Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

- Edgar Allan Poe

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