Gaston Karel Mathilde Burssens Poems

à Yvette

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

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
...

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
...