Eugene Issaus


Eugene Issaus Poems

1. 26. Beach Walk 3/22/2006
2. 24. If 3/22/2006
3. 23. On The Train (For A Friend) 3/22/2006
4. 21. The Reservoir Of Memory 3/23/2006
5. 20. Night Walk—solitude 3/23/2006
6. 19. Gold Autumn Projections 3/23/2006
7. 18. White Precipitate 3/23/2006
8. 17. Half-Past Night, On The Edge Of Mind 3/23/2006
9. 15. Cinema 3/23/2006
10. 14. New Residence 3/23/2006
11. 11. Waver 3/23/2006
12. 10. The Way To Alpha Hall 3/23/2006
13. 34. the Tunnel Bus 3/26/2006
14. 16. Secret Garden 3/26/2006
15. 0. Foreword To Poems: Excursions To The Inner Landscape 3/26/2006
16. 09. Heat To The Power Of N 3/26/2006
17. 48. The Chant. From The Beginning Of Time. 2/29/2008
18. 06. Long Wind (4 Poems) 3/26/2006
19. 05. A Picture Of Sea Battle 3/26/2006
20. 04. Exist 3/26/2006
21. 03. Shame 3/26/2006
22. 02. Coagulated 3/26/2006
23. 50. Our Heart 2/29/2008
24. 51. On “bridge Over A Pool Of Water Lilies” By Monet 2/29/2008
25. 52. Seek (On Arvo Pärt’s “spiegel Im Spiegel”) 2/29/2008
26. 53. Would You Rather 2/29/2008
27. 54. The Path Of Lights 2/29/2008
28. 25. Bless 3/22/2006
29. 07. Dramatic Recital 3/26/2006
30. 36. When The Train Comes To A Stop 4/21/2006
31. 37. A Beggar, For Love 4/21/2006
32. 40. I’ve Got A Character Inside Me 6/14/2006
33. 42. Blue 6/29/2006
34. 00. Three Poems 10/14/2007
35. 39. The White Truck 5/22/2006
36. 49. Three Poems 2/29/2008
37. 33. Landscape—countryside By The Sea 3/22/2006
38. 12. Moonlight River 3/26/2006
39. 45. night Sketches 9/17/2006
40. 38. Three Stanzas 5/14/2006

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38. Three Stanzas

(I)
I feel the river of notes passing through my fingers
I delight in the water movements create by the fishes
I stroll on the meadow which ceases to be silent
I sigh on the bare wind beyond the hovering air

(II)
Alas, what turmoil has it stirred upon me,
What regrets slip out from my heart’s chambers?
When the patching shadow is cast on the mountains,
I look upon the clouds in heaven.

(III)
I see the sparks springing out from my memory
I hear the crystals of which not yet exist
The notes never go beyond the piano,
yet, they linger ...

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45. night Sketches

There was not a single star in the sky
which was attentive, or even at its place
The white wolf was weary, it slacked its legs
The black wolf howled through the space—

The white wolf started, and fled along the path
almost aimlessly, almost bumped into a tree,
The black wolf quickly tracked closely behind
with tact, with its ears attentive all the time.

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