Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Conquered
Two pickle
toothpick flags:
one Dutch; one American, planted
in a dog’s turd
on the Prinsengracht, claiming
territory
like the moon or a slice
of the Arctic seabed.
Split empire
of shit. Dividing up
a new world.
Micro-frontier.
Soft and scented
positions
hardening in the sun.
Two pickle
toothpick flags:
one Dutch; one American, planted
in a dog’s turd
on the Prinsengracht, claiming
territory
like the moon or a slice
of the Arctic seabed.
Split empire
of shit. Dividing up
a new world.
Micro-frontier.
Soft and scented
positions
hardening in the sun.
// posted by George Manka @ 12:34 AM 
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Thank you for sharing these beautiful poems. It's not often one comes across verse that is both graceful and hilarious. Your translations of Rene Char are brilliant.
"Leave-taking of the wind" is astonishing.
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"Leave-taking of the wind" is astonishing.
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