Anja Kampmann
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his flight does not lie in anatomy
between feathers and lighter bones
you sense a point where poplars
touch the sky what are swallows
...
I never saw so much snow
never so many tracts of land frozen so thick
cold and icestill like the land that turns away from us
sinks into an inner conversation
...
a heart failure of light
an overlap into yesterday
a river with plums on the banks
pears a market
...
The horizon is the concern here the
distance applying color the bright crackling
of surfaces of light and the spreading
of the light as it surges the sea
...
and no one knows how deep the lake is
over which you swim pyramids
of knowledge and far above the stars
softly shifting their answers but
...
of worry in words far from which
we keep the bees so that they
are not carried to the deepest corner
of the maps the dreams are already reached
...
at the end the marsh begins
the land stretches out in flat carrées
where people walk dogs and tired legs
walk everything is everyday
...
it's almost sunday
wolves get trapped
in the cliffs it's the sound of the sea that hits us
the rolling of stones ahead a few boots
...
Anja Kampmann Biography
Anja Kampmann was born in Hamburg in 1983. She studied at the University of Hamburg and at the German Institute for Literature in Leipzig. Beside her work for radio broadcasting she wrote papers about musicality and silence in the late work of Samuel Becket. She published in several anthologies and magazines i.a. Akzente, Neue Rundschau, Wespennest and Jahrbuch der Lyrik. She was awarded with the MDR Literaturpreis in 2013 followed by the Wolfgang Weyrauch-Förderpreis at the Literarischer März in Darmstadt in 2015. The Jury described her poetical practice as “revealing not only historical but also political layers. In `regions where fear does not speak its name but is present´ speaking becomes a crossing of borders between the descriptive and the indescriptive and between space and time. Lines of the horizon, edges and fences build the structure of an uncertain region that flees definiteness in its articulation despite precise description.”)
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[His flight does not lie in anatomy]
his flight does not lie in anatomy
between feathers and lighter bones
you sense a point where poplars
touch the sky what are swallows
a summer day long on the hill beg tal
the uneasy wheat fieldbloom between
the stalks your seat of audible wind
it is day I keep night within would
never forget more than now will
there be a day when this rustling
of trees is missing ah bird who in his wheel
carries riddles written by the land
unrecognized it stretches before you planes
a few more plants and I as border dream
that I can no longer tell
the fields apart.
Translated by Anne Posten
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