haiku

days without sunlight
but tonight frost, and the moon
falls through my window

Danton

(bowing to the genius of Georg Büchner)

I.
we have no time to loose
but time is losing us
Danton, we still put one foot in front of the other
and do not see
how this might ever change
we crawl into bed at night and in the morning, out.
it is sad.
during the sleepless nights we crawl deeper into darkness,
it is very sad.
all the millions before us and those who will come after
putting one foot in front of the other
we have no time to loose, Danton
dying, we become childish
putting one foot in front of the other
time is losing us

II.
for some thoughts there should be no ears
they should not cry at birth
like children

wishing not to think
if it speaks like this
crying at birth like children

speaking with lips of rocks and stones
your lips were full of eyes she said, and you had ears

and thoughts that cried at birth, like children,
cry, cry, child, no ears
rocks and stones

III.
such a poor instrument, one string, always the same note

(tomorrow, a broken fiddle, its melody is finished)

IV.
what do you want, Danton?
peace. peace is in nothingness; meditate upon something more
peaceful than nothingness, and if the highest peace is god, is
not nothingness god? but i'm an atheist. (that was your line,
but who would not want peace, but some people are afraid of
nothingness, and then the cursed sentence:) something cannot become nothing!
and i am something. (is that the problem, Danton?)
creation has spread so much, nothing is
empty it is swarming everywhere
(and how can this be peace?)

V.
it is so pretty to say good-bye,
i just have to close the door
so pretty
good-bye

über den tag

über den tag weine ich
über die rose die starb
bevor der nebel sie umgab
bevor der regen
sie benetzt
die tote blüte zuletzt
verloren die herbstzeitlosen auch
über den tag kahler strauch

bald fliegen auch die schwalben fort

ich kann den herbst mit händen
greifen und die gefallenen, die fall
äpfel auflesen aus dem gras, es ist feucht
am morgen, der morgen ist kalt, es ist
warm mittags wenn die sonne sie reift –
alles wartet müde auf die auf
lesenden hände und den abend
wenn auch die luft feucht
schmeckt, und ich halte in den händen
das schwindende licht lese auf
den duft fauler äpfel im gras

waiting (to withdraw)

tears gathered on the the tired
grass the heart the earth
lie waiting to withdraw
the fruits have ripened now
and fall.

to live we must let go.
and disappear by noon

or wither silently and fall

or let ourselves be sweetened
by an early frost at night

come let us leave the
grass the heart the earth
the tired tears, leave
and withdraw

into the fading flowers
and the hardened shell

let go of earth of roots
of flowers fruits and tears
lie waiting now

withdraw

september takes all the gold

without a sound
the evening sun
& the dry leaf

fall. september takes all the gold

klamme finger

kalt kalt aber die oleanderbüsche
die oleanderbüsche ja
die oleanderbüsche kalt
kalt blühen die oleanderbüsche
ja klamme finger weiss rosa
kastanien
braun rosa weiss klamme finger
brechen auf
kastanien ja rosa weiss
brechen auf klamme finger kalt kalt
aber die oleanderbüsche blühen ja