An Old Window
a wooden shutter
weeping windows
tin-plated windowsills
wet bubbles bursting
and splashing out water –
so cooling and
caressing –
the wailing wind will sing a song
and drop for a while
and just the rhythmic sound of beating rain
resonates
through the silence
rain
again
rain
again
again…
Enchantment
the poet is a strange human being
now dropping down
now hovering above
a human being who can understand and
sympathize with everybody
whose heart
has never stopped loving
who was crying
while others were rejoicing
who knows that is being mocked
and does not know how to be afraid
often surprised
and often lacking words
half an angel still in heaven
and the other half strolling the earth
thus created
with a hurt self ever since
who will not harm anybody
singing songs to one´s self
always surprised
feeling the loneliness
often unable to express this in words
a human being who understood
the agony of the man of Gethsemane
who when the need arouse
took any job
and who although a beggar
enjoyed the feeling of being a king
The sample is from the collection of poems Steep Roads published by Arca-JiMfa.