Invitation Wording For A Church Anniversary

From my chair, or perhaps waiting for "classic." Poem for Sunday



CONSIDER IF.

considering what can be seen:
engines that drive us crazy, just hating
lovers,
that fish in the market
stares back deep into our minds
rotting flowers, flies trapped in spider webs,
riots, roars of lions in a cage, love clowns
tickets,
nations move people as pawns,
thieves in the light of day with wonderful wives and wine
by night,
overcrowded prisons,
the topic of the unemployed,
grass dying, minor fires,
men old enough to love
grave.

these and other things show that life
swiveling rotten.

but have left a little music and a poster
stuck in the corner
a glass of whiskey, a blue tie
slim volume of poems by Rimbaud,
a horse running as if the devil were

twisting the tail on the grass blue and shouting
and then, again, love
as a car around the corner
punctual City
waiting
wine and flowers
water running across the lake
and summer and winter and summer and summer and new winter
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Charles Bukowski.

. Wenn man

wäre doch ein Indianer, gleich bereit, und auf dem Pferde rennenden, schief in der Luft, immer wieder kurz über dem erzitterte zitternden Boden, die man bis Sporen Liesse is gab keine Sporen denn, bis we threw away the reins, for there were no reins, and hardly the land in front of him as a smooth-mown heather, even without the horses neck and head horse.

Franz Kafka - desire to be Indians

Acabo de No me decidir por la traducción: una aquí, aquí otra .




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