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    AC Benus
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  • 09/02/2023
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Light & Dragonflies: Nature Poems/Love Poems - 7. Out of the soul's safe palanquin

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An der Wüste deiner Stirne welkt der frühen Winde Blüte

meiner Stimme Hand zerrt blutend deines Denkens

Dorngestrüpp

einsam scheuen deine Augen

hängen müde ihre Zweige

und dein Mund ist ein Boot

nachts

auf uferlosem Meer

da zerbricht ein Wort der Lippen Fessel

und befreit den Hafen deiner Stirn

in die Sonne segeln deine Blicke

deiner Wangen Geige

spannt die Saiten

zu des Blutes Julimorgenlied

und die Seele springt aus ihrer Sänfte

in den wilden Reigen

himmeltief

 

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The fresh bloom of my morning-glory voice withers, bleeding in

tugging at the ornery desert thorns of your

derring-do

Hanging like branches, your eyes shy

turning themselves away wearily

while your mouth’s a boat on

night’s

ever boundless ocean

Then a term slips the stocks of your chained lips

to free the port of your perspective

as your sights hoist their sails toward the sun

Now your fiddle’s fretboard

tightens the strings

while the morn’s lifeblood song of July

springs the soul out of its safe palanquin

to dance carols, most wild

and sky-deep

 

 

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On 9/2/2023 at 3:54 PM, ReaderPaul said:

I have to confess, @AC Benus, that it had been so long since I had seen or heard the term "palanquin" that I had to look it up on dictionary dot com.

Fascinating.

Many emotions here.  An amazing piece.

Thanks, ReaderPaul. There is some pretty amazing poetry outside the traditions of English-language verse. I'm thinking one of the Spanish exile poets living in Mexico (perhaps Neruda, not Gay - or Cernuda, definitely out) said poetry in this language was "quaint" and "simple".

With the soaring heights of analogy the German Expressionist poets sought (and which had a huge influence on both Spanish-language and Italian poetry), you can see why they thought a lot of modern poetry in English was too tame.

Thanks again for your comments. They're always appreciated  

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On 9/2/2023 at 7:09 PM, Parker Owens said:

How awesome the images seem to tumble over each other, like whitecaps on a lake. There are moonlit eyes and mouths, floating across silvered waters, sails set to take one into an endless dawn, while aboard ship instruments tune for dancing. This is a rich poem to add in this collection. Thank you! 

Hehe, and you can't omit morning-glory voice, and "da zerbricht ein Wort der Lippen Fessel" (a term slips the stocks of your chained lips) [which must be the love word] for vibrancy. Runge was a poet of the first calibre. 

When I was looking for his work, I encountered all the tribute poems other poets printed in his favorite magazine. The man was killed late in WW1, and it must have been a hard blow to think Runge would not be there to shape the future poetry each of these memorializers would write in later years. It was honestly, quite touching 

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