Lyssa

A lovely poem. It brightens the day. Thank you for sharing. 🙂

Simply wonderful. Thanks for sharing. :-)

Both are so wonderful. No 121 brings a connection between men. Thats very healing. And No 122 with its boat metaphors speaks very strongly to me. Thank you for sharing. Muha

Those poems are powerful and so intense. No XXXVI is the one touching me personally deepest. It almost makes me cry every time I read it. All the pain and desperateness is striking out to me. Brilliant work. I am so glad you shared them with us. Muha

I understand what you mean. Yes, they match. I read an article a few days ago, which said, that in the time of Goethe people were much more open to speak fresh/uncommen thoughts and to listen to fresh/ uncommon thoughts (In German countries). An intersting theory, looking on these. I am not sure, if I agree with this theory completly. But I can defentily see, why it came up.

That is a very intense question you raise. In the literature is said, Rose Ausländer reflected her own past through her poetry as victim of the Holocaust. But since this poem was written late in her life*, it feels for me as meant more universal and indeed very actual today. I interpret her like she is saying: I see all the horror, pain and the strife in this world and I have talked about it in my poems all my life. Now I am close to the end of my life and I can not give you answers. I still have a loving view on life and I cherish every moment I will have. *(1981 published, she couldn`t leave her room because of health issues from 1977 to her death 1988)

I stumbled about this poem by Rose Ausländer today and it made a deep impression on me. Mein Atem In meinen Tiefträumen weint die Erde Blut Sterne lächeln in meine Augen Kommen Menschen mit vielfarbnen Fragen Geht zu Sokrates antworte ich Die Vergangenheit hat mich gedichtet ich habe die Zukunft geerbt Mein Atem heißt Jetzt by Rose Ausländer My breath In my deepest dreams the earth weeps Blood Stars smile through my eyes People come with multi coloured questions Go to Socrates I answer The past wrote me like a poem I have inherited the future My breath is named Now translation Lyssa

Dear AC, I want to thank you for those poems. It's a gift to be able to find words and craft art to make those topics aware. Sometimes I really doubt`t my decision to have children in this world of destruction. Everything you called out are topics, which follow me since I was in school. Wow, that is really long ago and I don't have the feeling, that we as humans made the progress, we intelligent species should have. In the last three years, I watch the area I live in getting more dry, wildfires destroying the forest and munition from the WW II exploding in those burning forests. Firefighter can not go there, its far too dangerous. Plastic in the ocean, what does separate plastic in the trash brings, when there is no recycling but selling it to other poorer countries instead. Out of my eyes out of my thoughts…. a stupid strategy. There is so much more to be aware of and I so appreciate that you write about it, so that people become aware. We talked about, how to bring those over your friends. But what if you would not bring them out? If nobody speaks out loud about it. Everything you said, is so true and every emotion you have about it is real and justified. You say it out loud for yourself, for your friends, for my kids (which I know, you care about) so that maybe one day humans come to think and there might be a slight little possebility to safe us. Fazit: The world -- we -- need more of your brilliant poems. Please bring them to us! Muha A.

Reading this poem is like traveling on the way to Arkadia. 🙂

Both sonnets are amazing. No 119 makes me smile everytime I read it. It is so sweet and beautiful and speaks of being so enamoured. Wonderful. No 120 is brilliant and breathtaking and it`s awesome that you crafted a monument in words for them. Thank you for sharing these. 🙂

The repetition of the plead "be near me" makes my heart ache. For the one, who live this in the moment, but is not allowed to have anyone near him. Carring the names of millions, the dream of billions, the flags of all nations and all the colors. (Versengold)