Anja Kampmann Poems

his flight does not lie in anatomy
between feathers and lighter bones
you sense a point where poplars
touch the sky what are swallows
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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
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a heart failure of light
an overlap into yesterday
a river with plums on the banks
pears a market
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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
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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
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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
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Lightly
is summer
distance writes
the letters of your memory
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at the end the marsh begins
the land stretches out in flat carrées
where people walk dogs and tired legs
walk everything is everyday
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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
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