Dorothea Grünzweig
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i.
We've had a stake driven in
even if we live beside and
not inside the prison
...
Winter has been instilled in me
this will not change until the last
silent age has passed
...
Vjell has different words from mine different names
when I say woods he responds with korpi
lumituisku he counters for snowdrifts keväinen
for spring
...
Vesi Wasser water its own story
as lake- moor- riverstory
in this land has been a rich one
oozing flowing streaming
...
The Finnish word for moon is Kuu(1)
(one could also mention the English moo
when the shaky n falls away)
two beings here begin to unite
...
under the sky's clear blue
the sea's breath lifts
the swimhouse up
and lets it sink
...
There has been an outbreak of dying
beneath us the globe has grown
so small is it
from the pressure of
...
A STONE FALLS to me
called poem I
have many stones
encircle me and
...
The Cliffs in their folds
breathe calmly all as one
that's surprising for cliffs
with manifold folds
...
Dorothea Grünzweig Biography
Dorothea Grünzweig was born in Swabia. She studied Englisch and German at the University of Tübingen and then spent some years in Scotland and England. Afterwards she teached seven years at a boarding school in Southern Germany. Since 1989 she lives in Finland where she worked as a teacher at the German School in Helsinki for nine years.)
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The return of the organs
i.
We've had a stake driven in
even if we live beside and
not inside the prison
a stake of sounds to stop us
from running away
The cathedrals have drawn closer
we've made our beds beside cathedrals
to which we listen because inside them
organs strike up
We listen
here are the shells at our head
which need support
like heavy jugs
we do the organ squat
we bend on organ knees
wellknown to us since early childhood
a single bending and
bowing down to music
ii.
Sun organs
shade organs of the cathedrals
we listen in the light
of sun organs listen
in the shade of shade organs
prop up the shells
to keep them from breaking
will not pull out the sound stake
and won't in organstead
stick to other things
will not
get up turn our backs and go
iii.
The shade organs
are close to the sun organs
separated by a quarter tone
just as we
live close to the prison
close to the cathedrals
with a little something between
to thwart the power
of the congruence
there's a friction here
where everything wilted wasted
is ground into sand so
all we need do
is blow it away
iv.
The organ play's no soothing song
no shepherd's eye to heed us calmly
no winterwheat that
springs to life
when the ice breaks
it's an unruly confession
of want of despair
a stamping striking shouting
lustsobbing praisesobbing out of breastworks
and greatorgan against the heavens a race
past the bounds of death and resurrection
is the extinction of our eyes
v.
We listen are beguiled
enslaved we are pure form spirals
now swept up by organs
then squashed
organs like at the beginning
entering into children's open natures
their majesty more than lifesized
like a gatekeeper mouthwarden
Organs their
thundering in the amniotic fluids
even before we began
deeply steeped in our flesh
as member
as gender
as our organphysicality and now
by way of organs reappearing
in the cathedrals drawing close
we too because
it's what we're made for
we too are struck
vi.
Poor tongueworm
how he
twists and winds
thrashing to enter
the realm of words
and if it is denied him
Translated from the German by Derk Wynand
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