Poem
Gerhard Falkner
THE GODS AT THE A&P
Year after year, if memory serves me well,shortly before sunset we would fall under
that spell
our thoughts, like gleaming arrows,
would shoot up over the birds
and our fingers trace
the outline of our calves
like huskies on the scent of snow
our land claims were marked in stone
( we both want it all )
and indeed all the way
to the planet Tuisto
at dawn we would listen to
Isoldes Liebestod
( Margaret Price as Isolde)
then, with nothing between the ears but air,
we would step
into the day´s performance
the houses were bright and full
even at the A&P
the gods were standing on line
Die Götter bei Aldi
Die Götter bei Aldi
Jahr für Jahr, wenn ich mich recht erinnerebildeten wir kurz vor Sonnenaufgang
jene Klasse der Betörten
noch über den Vögeln
zogen unsere Gedanken, wie blinkende Pfeile
und es folgten die Finger
der Entasis der Schenkel
wie Huskies dem Schnee
unsere claims waren abgesteckt
( beide alles ! )
und zwar bis zum Erreichen
des Planeten Tuisto
wenn es hell wurde hörten wir
Isoldes Liebestod
( Margaret Price als Isolde )
dann traten wir
mit nichts als Luft zwischen den Ohren
hinaus in die Tagesvorstellung
die Häuser leuchteten voll
selbst bei Aldi
standen die Götter Schlange
From: Endogene Gedichte
Publisher: Dumont Verlag,
Publisher: Dumont Verlag,
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THE GODS AT THE A&P
Year after year, if memory serves me well,shortly before sunset we would fall under
that spell
our thoughts, like gleaming arrows,
would shoot up over the birds
and our fingers trace
the outline of our calves
like huskies on the scent of snow
our land claims were marked in stone
( we both want it all )
and indeed all the way
to the planet Tuisto
at dawn we would listen to
Isoldes Liebestod
( Margaret Price as Isolde)
then, with nothing between the ears but air,
we would step
into the day´s performance
the houses were bright and full
even at the A&P
the gods were standing on line
From: Endogene Gedichte
THE GODS AT THE A&P
Year after year, if memory serves me well,shortly before sunset we would fall under
that spell
our thoughts, like gleaming arrows,
would shoot up over the birds
and our fingers trace
the outline of our calves
like huskies on the scent of snow
our land claims were marked in stone
( we both want it all )
and indeed all the way
to the planet Tuisto
at dawn we would listen to
Isoldes Liebestod
( Margaret Price as Isolde)
then, with nothing between the ears but air,
we would step
into the day´s performance
the houses were bright and full
even at the A&P
the gods were standing on line
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