Poem
Marcel Beyer
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I see you draw soot, water, pores in theplastic curtain, daylight, it smells of
quilt, of ancient green checks. I’m hanging
on chestnut branches, on my forearm
flies. End of August. An urge for mini golf.
Second drawing, at the plastic curtain the images
separate, I see your shadow against the
sky. In the leaves a sneaker, fur, from the
photo on the chest of drawers gazes a stranger. In
one place the fern is stirred, I see
you, the sky moves into the hair behind the ears.
© Translation: 2004, Hans-Christian Oeser and Gabriel Rosenstock
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Ruß, Wasser sehe ich dich zeichnen, Poren imPlastikvorhang, Tageslicht, es riecht nach
Steppdecke, nach grünem Vorzeitkaro. Ich hänge
an Kastanienzweigen, auf meinem Unterarm
die Fliegen. Ende August. Ein Minigolfverlangen.
Nachzeichnung zwei, am Plastikvorhang scheiden
sich die Bilder, ich sehe dich gegen den Himmel
schatten. Im Laub ein Turnschuh, Fell, aus dem
Kommodenphoto schaut ein fremder Mann. Der
Farn gerät an einer Stelle in Bewegung, ich sehe
dich, der Himmel zieht ins Haar hinter den Ohren.
© 2002, DuMont Literatur- und Kunstverlag
From: Erdkunde. Gedichte
Publisher: DuMont: Köln, Germany
From: Erdkunde. Gedichte
Publisher: DuMont: Köln, Germany
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Fair copy drawing
I see you draw soot, water, pores in theplastic curtain, daylight, it smells of
quilt, of ancient green checks. I’m hanging
on chestnut branches, on my forearm
flies. End of August. An urge for mini golf.
Second drawing, at the plastic curtain the images
separate, I see your shadow against the
sky. In the leaves a sneaker, fur, from the
photo on the chest of drawers gazes a stranger. In
one place the fern is stirred, I see
you, the sky moves into the hair behind the ears.
© 2004, Hans-Christian Oeser and Gabriel Rosenstock
From: Erdkunde. Gedichte
From: Erdkunde. Gedichte
Fair copy drawing
I see you draw soot, water, pores in theplastic curtain, daylight, it smells of
quilt, of ancient green checks. I’m hanging
on chestnut branches, on my forearm
flies. End of August. An urge for mini golf.
Second drawing, at the plastic curtain the images
separate, I see your shadow against the
sky. In the leaves a sneaker, fur, from the
photo on the chest of drawers gazes a stranger. In
one place the fern is stirred, I see
you, the sky moves into the hair behind the ears.
© 2004, Hans-Christian Oeser and Gabriel Rosenstock
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