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Miracles - 2. . . . my swagger, frozen . . .

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. . . my swagger, frozen . . .

Part Two of

 

 

“THOU”

Lover Poems

by August Stramm

Translated by AC Benus

 

 

 

Untrue

 

Your smiling weeps deep in my chest

And the ember-bitten lips of iron

Smell like withered leaves on the breath!

Your gaze hardens

And

Hastens rumbling words on it.

Left flat

The clutching crumples!

Freed

Your dress hem slips

Sinuously

Over all.

 

 

 

Seething

 

With my own hands, my self-control

Struggles to maintain a grip

Because your ankles

Play games of catch

With my strength!

My thoughts crackle

In

Your pace

And

My last will

Dies

In the bottom of your eyes.

Your breaths sweep me away

To shout in earnestness

While

Wreathed in your dalliance

You cool my hair

And smile

Upon

My agony!

 

 

 

Restraint

 

I track myself lost in the sway of your breasts

On them, your head diffracts shadows soft

Glowing red!

A breath cunningly impedes

The heaving.

I’m clawed by lust

As bitter damp hemorrhages

Through its necklace chains

Rattling

The senses.

Wispy

Shyness purses lips with a smile

So cold!

Only

My

Arm in

Its

Verve grasps hot!

 

 

 

In Passing

 

That house flicked out in starlight

Holds back my swagger, frozen.

My brain finds rest upon your lap.

Questions eat into me!

Stars

Caress glowing iron as full shadows

Cast from your silhouetted bust

Then spied by me through the window and

My heart

Gets charred!

For at your window

Wind-

Licks freeze like ash.

The feet move on with a load unloaded.

 

 

 

Listening, He Hears

 

The whispers drift

And

Kill every resistance

The driftings shake

And

Quake all down to the floor.

The whispers roar

And

Whirl the churning depths

The roarings buzz

And

Quake all down to the ground

The whispers roar

And

Whirl the churning depths

The roarings buzz

And

Gasp out all the life-blood.

The whispers storm

And

Tear the immortal time

The storms tumble

And

Churn into nihility!

Thou

Breathe

The

Breaths

Of

Thine!

And breath whispers

Storm-

Breaths

Of Thou!

 

 

 

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Copyright © 2023 AC Benus; All Rights Reserved.
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raven1

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I am afraid AC that your argument in the prior chapter comments fell on my deaf ears.  These poems only made me feel stronger that Stramm is talking about different people.  He seems to be in a war with himself between lust for others and love of his wife and family.  "In Passing" seemed to describe voyeurism leaving the lust unsatiated.  To be honest, while thought provoking and emotional for me, these emotions and thoughts are not very positive.  I felt similar to looking at Munch's The Scream of Nature, with the dominate emotion being angst.

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As first read, I felt lust and hate both in the first poem. It's tough to know, but I found it rather disturbing for some reason.

"Seething" feels like tables were turned, that it was a game fought and lost... and won. Again, I am confused.

Overall, this grouping feels like love is war for him, and I'm not sure I like the feeling. Maybe it's because I have a headache. It's all I got for the moment. I will read them again most likely. Cheers!

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On 4/8/2023 at 11:17 PM, raven1 said:

I am afraid AC that your argument in the prior chapter comments fell on my deaf ears.  These poems only made me feel stronger that Stramm is talking about different people.  He seems to be in a war with himself between lust for others and love of his wife and family.  "In Passing" seemed to describe voyeurism leaving the lust unsatiated.  To be honest, while thought provoking and emotional for me, these emotions and thoughts are not very positive.  I felt similar to looking at Munch's The Scream of Nature, with the dominate emotion being angst.

Ah, so you felt it too. :unsure: 

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On 4/8/2023 at 8:17 PM, raven1 said:

These poems only made me feel stronger that Stramm is talking about different people.

This is the very fact I augured for my response to to your initial comment, last "chapter." I stressed the "I" of Stramm's "THOU" poems is the one that does not change, and the who being addressed is not really the point

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On 4/8/2023 at 8:17 PM, raven1 said:

 To be honest, while thought provoking and emotional for me, these emotions and thoughts are not very positive.  I felt similar to looking at Munch's The Scream of Nature, with the dominate emotion being angst.

I agree. I have wondered if there is commentary in the German canon on Stramm's poetry to argue that the "DU" poems contain a certain darkness. A verbal equivalent to the paintings of Sickert, for example.

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Although, with the poem you mention specifically, the notion of "a load unloaded" should tell you I understand the poet as having released his own sexual backup (though masturbation) below the beloved's window. Thus, the frosty reference in the concluding lines 

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10 hours ago, AC Benus said:

Sorry to hear that. Saddened, really

It is I who am sorry AC.  I offer my apology and have no excuses.  I went back and read your comment only to realize I had not read it carefully and misinterpreted it.

10 hours ago, AC Benus said:

This is the very fact I augured for my response to to your initial comment, last "chapter." I stressed the "I" of Stramm's "THOU" poems is the one that does not change, and the who being addressed is not really the point

I agree to that now I have reread it.

10 hours ago, AC Benus said:

I agree. I have wondered if there is commentary in the German canon on Stramm's poetry to argue that the "DU" poems contain a certain darkness. A verbal equivalent to the paintings of Sickert, for example.

Although, with the poem you mention specifically, the notion of "a load unloaded" should tell you I understand the poet as having released his own sexual backup (though masturbation) below the beloved's window. Thus, the frosty reference in the concluding lines 

That I did understand and why I felt Stramm was at war between his love and his lust.  He was a very complex man.  Thanks for sticking to your story and helping me advance my education! lol

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9 hours ago, Bill W said:

The poems from back memories from my youth and the different reactions I felt for those I date, some rather briefly and others longer.  Since I didn't have one particular partner that I was dedicated to until I was older, it was easy to feel the broad range of emotions.  

Good comments, BIll. Stramm was in his early thirties when this collections was written and published in 1910. If one takes the view that the poet is interested in writing about universal love experiences through the point of view of his personal thoughts, then that includes youthful obsessions, emotions, expressions. To me, I feel them too; feel they are all here on purpose. 

Thanks again    

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On 4/9/2023 at 8:00 AM, Valkyrie said:

I feel the emotion in these clearly.  I particularly liked Seething and Restraint, but I think my favorite line is from the first poem:

Thanks again for sharing these thought-provoking poems!

Thanks for reading and leaving your support, Valkyrie. The German title for the poem I've called Seething is challenging. Another good choice might be to think of the poem as "Steaming," but I think "Boiling" is out as too strong a sentiment compared with that Stramm actually intended. Oh, so many headaches to wade through . . .

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