Poem of the Day
Yellow Striped Pajamas
By Shamsher Bahadur Singh
walking silently on his paws, he emerges from the semidarkness and disappears into it.
Poetry: 1980s
Carillon for Cambridge Women
By S. Ben-Tov
There is a cataract of blood over the dawn;
I know by watching
from the river’s fringes of wild grass
In the Storm of Roses
By Ingeborg Bachmann
Wherever we turn in the storm of roses,
thorns illuminate the night. And the thunder
Night Portrait of Rome
By Ingeborg Bachmann
No one jumps off.
For we know only love
Autumn Maneuver
By Ingeborg Bachmann
Time does wonders. But should it come unjustly,
with the throb of guilt: we aren’t at home.
Exile
By Ingeborg Bachmann
I am a dead man who wanders
nowhere announced
Go, My Thought
By Ingeborg Bachmann
Filled by nothing other than our suffering.
Conform to us exactly!
To the Sun
By Ingeborg Bachmann
Nothing fairer under the sun than to be under the sun…
We have risen and the cloisters are empty,
By Ingeborg Bachmann
Who is living down below? Who is crying…
Who has lost his housekey?
Shadow Roses Shadow
By Ingeborg Bachmann
Beneath a foreign sky
shadow roses
shadow
The Heavy Freight
By Ingeborg Bachmann
When at your back the seagull swoops and cries
the order to sink comes eastward into sight.