Decked Out at Night

“They stand apart in this world, / each one with his night, / each one with his death, / morose, bareheaded, hoarfrost-covered” | by Paul Celan

The Mosquito

Maybe it is excessive to memorialize the mosquito. But even the mosquito holds, by the sip of my blood, a stake in the history of anxiety. Translated from the German by Monika Zobel

Where They Burn Books

by Bertolt Brecht: When the regime ordered the dangerous / books be openly burned

My Muse

(Translated by William Pitt Root and Hannelore Quander-Rattee) My muse stands on the corner what I don’t want she gives cheap to everyone when she’s happy she makes a gift of what I want Seldom have I seen her happy. My muse is a nun in the darkened house behind double grates she puts in …

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Franz Kafka

Poetry International 18/19
“Leopards in the Temple”

Bertolt Brecht

Poetry International 18/19
“Where They Burn Books”

Paul Celan

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