Poem – I’m Sorry

I’m sorry…

I’m sorry for loving you after you broke up with me

I’m sorry for crying every night for you

I’m sorry for making you hurt by saying I still love you

I’m sorry for being confused

I’m sorry…

for moving on when I still love you 

Poem – Look at Me

I want him to notice me

To realize the things I can be

Sometimes I feel like he’s always wanting to look the other way

I just don’t know what to say

We’re together, yet I feel as if we are apart

I wish we were good friends from the start

Maybe if he had to choose between me and a game

I’ll just be the one left in pain

I wish he’ll look at me

look in my eyes and see the hurt I’m going through

See that I need him

Open his eyes and realize that all I want to do is be with him

We’re not together every second of every minute of every hour

I only want him to make the best of the moments we have together 

Poem – Architecture 

Over a delicate arch–

an eyebrow of stone–

on the unruffled forehead

of a wall

in joyful and open windows

where there are faces instead of geranium

where rigorous rectangles

border a dreaming perspective

where a stream awakened by an ornament

flows on a quiet field of surfaces
movement meets stillness a line meets a shout

trembling uncertainty simple clarity
you are there

architecture

art of fantasy and stone
there you reside beauty

over an arch

light as a sigh
on a wall

pale from altitude
and a window

tearful with a pane of glass
a fugitive from apparent forms

I proclaim your motionless dance 

Poem – Daedalus And Icarus

Daedalus says:
Go on sonny but remember that you are walking and not flying

the wings are just an ornament and you are stepping on a meadow

that warm gust is just the humid earth of summer

and that cold one is a brook

the sky is full of leaves and small animals
Icarus says:
The eyes like two stones return straight to earth

and see a farmer who knocks asunder oily till

a grub which wiggles in a furrow

bad grub which cuts the bond of a plant with the earth
Daedalus says:
Sonny this is not true The Cosmos is merely light

and earth is a bowl of shadows Look as here colors play

dust rises from above the sea smoke rises to the sky

of noblest atoms a rainbow sets itself now
Icarus says:
Arms hurt father from this beating at vacuum

legs are getting numb and miss thorns and sharp stones

I cannot keep looking at the sun as you do father

I sunken whole in the dark rays of the earth
Description of the catastrophe:
Now Icarus falls down head first

the last frame of him is a glimpse of a heal childlike small

being swallowed by the devouring sea

Up above the father cries out the name

which no longer belongs to a neck or a head

but only to a remembrance
Commentary:
He was so young did not understand that wings are just a metaphor

a bit of wax and feathers and a contempt for the laws of gravitation

I cannot hold a body at an elevation of a great many feet

The essence of the matter is in having our hearts

which are coursed by heavy blood

fill with air

and this very thing Icarus did not want to accept
let us pray 

Poem – Elegy of Fortinbras

To C. M.
Now that we’re alone we can talk prince man to man

though you lie on the stairs and see more than a dead ant

nothing but black sun with broken rays

I could never think of your hands without smiling

and now that they lie on the stone like fallen nests

they are as defenceless as before The end is exactly this

The hands lie apart The sword lies apart The head apart

and the knight’s feet in soft slippers
You will have a soldier’s funeral without having been a soldier

they only ritual I am acquainted with a little

There will be no candles no singing only cannon-fuses and bursts

crepe dragged on the pavement helmets boots artillery horses drums

drums I know nothing exquisite

those will be my manoeuvres before I start to rule

one has to take the city by the neck and shake it a bit
Anyhow you had to perish Hamlet you were not for life

you believed in crystal notions not in human clay

always twitching as if asleep you hunted chimeras

wolfishly you crunched the air only to vomit

you knew no human thing you did not know even how to breathe
Now you have peace Hamlet you accomplished what you had to

and you have peace The rest is not silence but belongs to me

you chose the easier part an elegant thrust

but what is heroic death compared with eternal watching

with a cold apple in one’s hand on a narrow chair

with a view on the ant-ill and clock’ dial
Adieu prince I have tasks a sewer project

and a decree on prostitutes and beggars

I must also elaborate a better system of prisons

since as you justly said Denmark is a prison

I go to my affairs This night is born

a star named Hamlet We shall never meet

what I shall leave will not be worth a tragedy
It is not for us to greet each other or bid farewell we live on archipelagos

and that water these words what can they do what can they do prince 

Poem – Episode 

We walk by the sea-shore 

holding firmly in our hands 

the two ends of an antique dialogue 

—do you love me? 

—I love you 

with furrowed eyebrows 

I summarize all wisdom 

of the two testaments 

astrologers prophets 

philosophers of the gardens 

and cloistered philosophers 

and it sounds about like this: 

—don’t cry 

—be brave 

—look how everybody 

you pout your lips and say 

—you should be a clergyman 

and fed up you walk off 

nobody loves moralists 

what should I say on the shore of 

a small dead sea 

slowly the water fills 

the shapes of feet which have vanished