Hölderlin’s shopping bag - by
Poetry object
travel
11:00: Baldovan - by
Base Camp. Horizontal sleet. Two small boys
have raised the steel flag of the 20 terminus:
me and Ross Mudie are going up the Hilltown
for the first time ever on our own.
The stars are the map I unfurl - by
Da starns are da map I unrowl
A Book - by
There is no frigate like a book
/ To take us lands away,
/ Nor any coursers like a page
/ Of…
Follies - by
We round the Brunel coast, in a train
/ crowded with bags and elbows. Tunnels gape
/ through mountains. Someone coughs. Now at sea:
/ the…
Gap Year - by
Gap Year
/ (for Mateo)
/
/ I
/ I remember your Moses basket before you were born.
/ I’d stare at the fleecy white sheet for days, weeks,
/ willing…
The road to nowhere ወደ ምንም የሚያደርስው መንገድ - by
ችኳይ የሚመስለው
/ ፈጣን የሚመስለው
/ በውልውል መኪና
/ በፋሺን መጫምያ
/ ወይም በባዶ እግሩ
/ ሸው እልም የሚለው
/ ይሄ ሁሉ ምሁር ይሄ ሁሉ ማይም
/ መንገዱን የሞላው ክታችም ክላይም
/ ሲመላለስ እንጂ ሲደርስ አይታይም፡፡
/ …
Travel permit, round trip - by
A small calf on a cart, on cobblestones, happily whisking his tail, a Polish stork, lost in thought, a
/ peasant woman…
bho Cheum air Cheum - by
III
/
/ С фонарем обшaрьте
/ весь подлунный свет!
/ Той страны нa карте –
/ нет, в пространстве – нет.
/
/ Marina Tsvetaeva
/
/ Dh’fhàg thu Glaschu airson Cambridge, Cambridge
/ airson an…