foudebassan (foudebassan) wrote in gedichte, @ 2008-04-30 23:14:00 |
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Ingrid Hella Irmelinde Bernstein
was born in 1935. She loved nature and started to work as an apprentice in forest management, but then switched to biology. In 1960 she married poet Rainer Kirsch, with whom she wrote her first book, Gespräch mit den Saurier, under the pseudonym of Sarah. She divorced him in 1968, moved to Berlin where she worked as a journalist and translator, had a child and published several books. She protested against the exclusion of Wolf Biedermann, which translated into her being excluded from the SED and from the democratic republic's writer association. She moved to West Berlin shortly after that and has since carried on as a poet and, more recently, academic.
Here's today's poem.
Don Juan kommt am Vormittag
So schrieb er im Telegramm was Mich nachdenken ließ ich hatte den Mond Eingeplant und Fontänen nun blieb Nicht viel Zeit nicht mal die Augen Größer malen die Füße nicht waschen Ich stand wo sie anfängt die Stadt sah ihn Im wehenden Mantel auf einem Rennrad Den weißen Schal von der Schulter flattern Herannahn die Lippen zersprungen und tief Lagen die Augen ich fragte ihn Weshalb er so früh sei sicher später Ein Rendezvous mit einer Schönheit Achwasdummheit er stellte das Rad Schräg in die Luft er nahm den Hut ab Legte uns beide ins Gras das rings Üppig zu werden begann zog Vögel Aus Metall auf die fingen zu singen An daß es schallte Variationen Über ein Thema von Mozart ich kenn das Sagte er und alle Platten- Spielersysteme Schönberg und Ich werde dich jetzt das wird aber gut sein. |
Don Juan comes in the morning That’s what he wrote in the telegram that Made me think I had planned The moon and fountains now not much Time remained not even to paint The eyes bigger nor to wash the feet I stood where it begins the city saw him In his billowing coat on a racing bicycle The white scarf fluttering at his shoulder Closing his chafed lips (1) I asked him How come he was so early certainly later A rendez-vous with a beautiful woman Ahhowsilly (2) he settled the bike Obliquely in the air he took off his hat Laid us both in the grass that became Luxuriant around us raised birds Of metal they started to Sing so that variations rang On a theme by Mozart I know that He said and all Schönberg Gramophone systems and Now I’ll to you oh yes that will be good. (3) |