Lovely. Reminded me a little of this part of my Zirkusmusik poem:
2. Marion & Damiel
Circus dreams. Is this the end? My clumsy performance that finally Changed to pleasure, now slipping off I’m going down, suddenly forgetting how My fake wings could fly with art and love
How I watch her beautiful on the trapeze Arguing with all the gravities of need Less effort, Marion! More swing! Today the Berlin circus is pulling down the tent And the elephants are doing tricks for themselves
O Angels of tears and solitude Why do you all look like criminals? How do you spend the eternal days? Would you have me sing my song At night alone in my little van?
There is no answer, why be desperate? This shall go on for a very long time Singing the epic of peace, dreaming Like the old man, breathless, as he looks For the past and remembers Nazi flags
You’re the angel. They almost lived happily Ever after. Sensing the breezy motions Of the dozens everywhere, tremor or itch I can’t even tell if you’re beside me now Hiding, but utter me anything real tonight.
Sometimes dreams take dozens of years, don't they?
ReplyDeleteReflecting on four days at the Frankfurt Book Fair.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Reminded me a little of this part of my Zirkusmusik poem:
ReplyDelete2. Marion & Damiel
Circus dreams. Is this the end?
My clumsy performance that finally
Changed to pleasure, now slipping off
I’m going down, suddenly forgetting how
My fake wings could fly with art and love
How I watch her beautiful on the trapeze
Arguing with all the gravities of need
Less effort, Marion! More swing!
Today the Berlin circus is pulling down the tent
And the elephants are doing tricks for themselves
O Angels of tears and solitude
Why do you all look like criminals?
How do you spend the eternal days?
Would you have me sing my song
At night alone in my little van?
There is no answer, why be desperate?
This shall go on for a very long time
Singing the epic of peace, dreaming
Like the old man, breathless, as he looks
For the past and remembers Nazi flags
You’re the angel. They almost lived happily
Ever after. Sensing the breezy motions
Of the dozens everywhere, tremor or itch
I can’t even tell if you’re beside me now
Hiding, but utter me anything real tonight.