“
Mir war mein Land über geworden, seine Kleinkrämer mit ihrem notorischen Vergessen, und das Leben war mir zu kostbar, um mich wie die meisten meiner Freunde in eine Nische zu verkriechen [...]
”
― Hundert Tage
― Hundert Tage
“
Farsickness
rough translation of fernweh (Ger):
the opposite of homesickness.
Imagine a love turned out
as bread best cast
to the rivers, feedings
for smaller, far-flung things—
fire-flights of stillness,
forms alighting, then airborne,
until the breeze begins
to feel like hunger,
the wayward sweep of desire—
for the holy wheel
rotating foot, breath, and earth,
the pilgrim's chaff,
frayed and heliocentric,
in need of distance
as a horizon of prayer
to both call and receive.
...more
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― Mapmaking: poems
― Mapmaking: poems
