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You who never arrived  by RAINER MARIA RILKE

15 February 2009
Vol. 8, No. 4

You who never arrived

in my arms, Beloved, who were lost

from the start,

I don't even know what songs

would please you.

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love  by RAINER MARIA RILKE

14 February 2009
Vol. 8, No. 4

again and again the two of us walk out together

under the ancient trees, lie down again and again

among the flowers…


15 February 2008
Vol. 7, No. 4

Yet everything that touches us, me and you,

takes us together like a violin's bow,

which draws one voice out of two separate strings.


28 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

In a fat, greasy soil, that's full of snails,

I'll dig a grave deep down, where I may sleep

Spreading my bones at ease, to drowse in deep

Oblivion, as a shark within the wave.

The Fountain of Blood  by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

27 November 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

It seems to me sometimes my blood is bubbling out

As fountains do, in rhythmic sobs; I feel it spout

And lapse; I hear it plainly; it makes a murmuring sound;

But from what wound it wells, so far I have not found.


18 October 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
elegy, rhyme

Soon into frozen shades, like leaves, we'll tumble.

Adieu, short summer's blaze, that shone to mock.


25 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3
elegy, rhyme

All this was long ago, but I do not forget

Our small white house, between the city and the farms;


14 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

Rest on my heart, deaf, cruel soul, adored

Tigress, and monster with the lazy air.

I long, in the black jungles of your hair,

To force each finger thrilling like a sword…


13 September 2006
Vol. 6, No. 3

Among the vermin, jackals, panthers, lice,

gorillas and tarantulas that suck

and snatch and scratch and defecate and fuck

in the disorderly circus of our vice,

there's one more ugly and abortive birth.

Hermann and Dorothea: 9. Urania  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

16 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

Muses, O ye who the course of true love so willingly favor…

Hermann and Dorothea: 8. Melpomene  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

15 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

Towards the setting sun the two thus went on their journey…

Hermann and Dorothea: 7. Erato  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

14 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

Like as the traveller, who, when the sun is approaching its setting,

Fixes his eyes on it once again ere quickly it vanish…

Hermann and Dorothea: 6. Clio  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

13 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

Now when the foreign judge had been by the minister questioned

As to his people's distress, and how long their exile had lasted,

Thus made answer the man: "Of no recent date are our sorrows;

Since of the gathering bitter of years our people have drunken…

Hermann and Dorothea: 5. Polyhymnia  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

12 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

Here the three men, however, still sat conversing together,

With mine host of the Lion, the village doctor, and pastor;

And their talk was still on the same unvarying subject,

Turning it this way and that, and viewing from every direction.

Hermann and Dorothea: 4. Euterpe  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

11 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

Thus entertaining themselves, the men sat talking. The mother

Went meanwhile to look for her son in front of the dwelling,

First on the settle of stone, whereon 'twas his wont to he seated.

When she perceived him not there, she went farther to look in the stable…

Hermann and Dorothea: 3. Thalia  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

10 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

Thus did the modest son slip away from the angry upbraiding;

But in the tone he had taken at first, the father continued…

Hermann and Dorothea: 2. Terpsichore  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

9 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

Ow when of comely mien the son came into the chamber,

Turned with a searching look the eyes of the preacher upon him,

And, with the gaze of the student, who easily fathoms expression,

Scrutinized well his face and form and his general bearing.

Hermann and Dorothea: 1. Calliope  by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

8 June 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2

Truly, I never have seen the market and street so deserted!

How as if it were swept looks the town, or had perished!


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