A cupola a section Poem by Nico Bleutge

grey plan a semicircle
below cupolas slanting weight
of an arch height
measuring out space for itself

the building holds iltself up covered
in colours: mild blue a red
hue small chamber-twig
subtly branched out until

ropes after a tender twist
several cross-sections between
the legs the measure
figures and directions hint at

a flow pressed by something tiny
through channels only a gripping whorl
now: some skin sewed
flush the hem an eye runs

along on its own

Translated by Hans-Christian Oeser and Gabriel Rosenstock