WORLD POETS MAGAZINE

  Incomprehensibility   Thinking about God you acknowledge His existence you are waiting for the hand yet you complain more and more emptiness around   boundless loneliness with poetic expression flushed - plays guardian angel however embarassment will not open wide the door of understanding   in the numb head - the trapped thought in the heart - longing (longing is mean)   nobody said it to be easy and is not   such blood bubbling arm in arm with expectancy religious hunger without faith deriving from disbelief       Soulless   His soul left him and circulate namelessly superfluous as the body before without eyes and the pulse   the earth sucks the dried mind coldness only fumes after dead love (she could not even die properly) no trace of jealousy no hatred of those dear and those close to you but they live and still cherish love as a means to the goal   this is an ethernal mystery mercy for the bad humiliation for the goo...

  Stones From Central Park   I brought a handful of stones from Central Park they lay in America for millions of years waiting for my hand   I picked them up from the ground and put them into my pocket   they flew with me over the Atlantic   now they are lying on a shelf and will stay there   I touch them and think–   how much had happened in my life how many times beaten by a club spat on and cheated trembling and going insane I could not touch them   I think about my childhood friends and enemies on the same street about my passions and the birth of children moments of hunger and appeasement   stones from Central Park so warm and so cold   like people–so alive and later so dead   2000   (Translated into English by Stanley H. Barkan & Adam Szyper)       Red Streetcar   I dreamed of a red streetcar gliding on rails in New Orleans full of moving skeletons playing on saxophones trombones trumpets ...