"spiegel" poems
". . .poverty robs individuals of the life of the mind, of spiritual comfort and of the consolations of intimacy and emotional bonds."
-Maura Spiegel,
Introduction to 'The Jungle' 2003 edition, Barnes and Noble Classics
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
On reading Der Spiegel
In Kashgar where the
The Silk Road begins
I a bought
An apricot
From a woman who wore
A red shawl
Over her black hair
Knotted under
Her chin
And a yellow silk dress
Kashgar the biggest
Outdoor market
In the world
Europe is so puny
And far away
A new silk road
Is being built
Pipelines and trains
Expanding trade
For China
Ok, as long as they sell
Apricots
At the market place
In Kashgar
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
you appear so fragile:
i don't know whether
to want you,
or discard you,
touch you:
or foget to have missed
me **** you...
your language
is a laguid tease...
i macbeth, i macbeth...
i leave the i am,
open to satiate
your scoop
for an, opening
of the wound...
i am bemused by
having to deal with you
as a curiosity,
that i...
sometimes forget
to chase my own shadow...
you: forever in third
person...
are:
a person not worth
an enigmas' worth
to replace the person
being towed...
and i know what appears
fragile...
the most... insect-like
apparent...
a dog-barking-familiar...
fake...
i know what shuffles
in shatter
and the scooping fake...
a mind...
like any other...
a hybrid of the wind
like a tow of the sly
of the southern scythe
made: lumber...
tow: and the fallen
tree, tow...
silence...
echo...
winter breed:
a lost... scuttle...
macbeth o macbeth!
i beseech you, macbeth!
to have to heave
one
heart, but be given
another....
and all that constitutes
the deaths of
the enshrined
parody
of the basics of
the lived society...
ich bin spiegel:
ich bin schrein -
ich bin mutter-witwe:
ich bin:
die zuletzt:
ende...
kommen entweder sie
zeit,
ür
platz....
ür:
gott ist alle
gott iß güt!
i don't want to speak
the language
i was either born with,
or the language
i acquired...
but i also don't want
to speak the language
that's desired...
ar wir bestimmt...
sprechen klein so?
am i always to
halve what is,
and what isn't so?
scot: hi' h'oon!
hoom!
sober...
and soak:
and north baron
of: 'oon!
'arangue?!
'a!
swoon a'r'ah shoon!
hoo!
e'yeer!
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 12:40 AM UTC
Lopend over een weg,
in de ochtend mist.
Weg van het verleden,
die langzaam vervaagt in de mist.
Langs de plassen water,
die als een spiegel je jezelf laat reflecteren.
Op naar de toekomst ,
het pad dat opdoemt uit de mist.
De weg als metafoor
voor het leven
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
De ruiten zijn besmeurd,
de huiden zijn gekleurd.
Mensen hebben andere mensen pijn gedaan.
Het doet verdriet om dan
voor de spiegel te
beseffen dat
wij zomaar door het leven gaan
zonder daar bij stil te staan.
Mensen hebben andere mensen pijn gedaan.
*** kan dat toch? Waarom gebeurt dat nog?
Zijn wij, de mens, nu nog niet oud genoeg
om geleerd te hebben, te weten,
als we zo door doen,
zonder meer fatsoen,
het hier rap zal zijn versleten.
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
When we sat at that table
the one by the sea and the night
I looked up and caught your eyes
I caught their light full beam
I found a reflection
spiegel im spiegel
mirror in mirror
promising an unending
taking me further
than I had expected.
I'm still transported.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 8:14 AM UTC