Matthias Göritz Poems

I go to the window
and become a beautiful evening
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My day's allotment of people
Papa, Nicki and me

At night we all hang by a thread
Don't worry, one day there'll be childhood
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My father was a suitable man
He always had things in his pockets
Chocolate for the satyrs
fat polished coins for the ferryman
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Compromises lead to
nothing, memory sleeps
still
chasing goals
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You have beheld too many faces
endured too many balls
wig powder and
candlelight, tableaux
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Or I ask you
to dance in the midst of rain
or I go with you. The splitting stormclouds
in the midst of life, divided
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But how (and whither)
are birds translatable
notes in a
language, that emerges
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The moon hangs like an empty building
above the bare branch of a tree
The child's dingling-dangling lantern
an attempt to ape Caspar David
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