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Sonntag, 23. Dezember 2012



Bleib bei mir als wärst Du
lang für mich da
lass wachsen dein weisses
in meinem Haar

Lieb mich als ob
das gut für dich wär
als gäben wir
Leben um Leben her

Ertrag mich als trügest
du nicht zu schwer
behüt mich als ob
ich verloren wär.

(Ulla Hahn)

Having Come This Far


I've been through what my through was to be
I did what I could and couldn't
I was never sure how I would get there

I nourished an ardor for thresholds
for stepping stones and for ladders
I discovered detour and ditch

I swam in the high tides of greed
I built sandcastles to house my dreams
I survived the sunburns of love

No longer do I hunt for targets
I've climbed all the summits I need to
and I've eaten my share of lotus

Now I give praise and thanks
for what could not be avoided
and for every foolhardy choice

I cherish my wounds and their cures
and the sweet enervations of bliss
My book is an open life

I wave goodbye to the absolutes
and send my regards to infinity
I'd rather be blithe than correct

Until something transcendent turns up
I splash in my poetry puddle
and try to keep God amused.

(James Broughton)