24. April 2014


"Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine..."  

Als es den Tag der Poesie gab, schnappte ich irgendwo die Antworten nach der die Lesenden berührenden Lyrik auf. Eins davon waren paar Zeilen aus dem folgenden Gedicht. Ich suchte danach und wurde fündig.

by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Nina Kinert "Heartbreaktown"

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