Gaston Karel Mathilde Burssens

Gaston Karel Mathilde Burssens Poems

1.

à Yvette

Adieu. These are the final notes
I've tapped out on my ribs and chest.
A chest, in whose drawers
...

2.

The sea here's the sea
It was born in the Year of Our Lord
Nought more or less and nought it's remained
The Great Nought it's remained
...

The landscape slides past us
a shabby cow on the side of the track
a village that shyly pushes past our vision
...

In memory of
Paul van Ostaijen
Roseyellow and rosered
if you see that the clouds are
...

The electronic eye now aims
at every movement.
Its beam which should be purple
shines green on my face.
...

To myself
This is, so be it, the last note
that I shall,
will,
can
play
...

7.

Sparrows chirp loudly
cars hum more loudly
trams ring most loudly
...

Along the sloping plain of the senses
the moon once pushed her stark light

And whoever ventured on this plain
...

Gaston Karel Mathilde Burssens Biography

Gaston Karel Mathilde Burssens (18 February 1896 – 29 January 1965) was a Belgian Expressionist poet. He studied in Flanders at the University of Ghent, at which, during World War I, the Germans introduced classes given in Dutch language. Like that of Paul van Ostaijen, during the 1920s his work evolved from humanitarian expressionism towards a more organic expressionism — upon which his poetry stayed focused on musicality. Van Ostaijen's not earlier published poems were published posthumously by Burssens. Burssens received the 'Driejaarlijkse Prijs voor Poëzie', a reward for poetry granted every third year, for 1950-52, and once again for 1956-58.)

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XXIV

à Yvette

Adieu. These are the final notes
I've tapped out on my ribs and chest.
A chest, in whose drawers
I've stored a few blank sheets,
paper eggs for my nest.
They will be buried with me,
be abused, enslaved by me,
be vipers at my breast.
No matter. Today a cricket I trill,
tomorrow an ant I'll caper,
that the day after its hate will spill
- from its stores that brine vats fill -
of topics, atoms and spirochaetes
posthumously onto paper.
Adieu! Who knows if I shall endure
through a later song or not,
whether I'll write it or not.
Absurd or not.
Alive or not.

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