With Stopwatch In Hand (Karl Kraus Poems)
Berlin, 22 September 1916.On 17 September one of oursubmarines sank a fullyloaded enemy troop transportin the Mediterranean. Theship went down ...
Berlin, 22 September 1916.On 17 September one of oursubmarines sank a fullyloaded enemy troop transportin the Mediterranean. Theship went down ...
Here I love you.In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.Days, all ...
SMOKE upon smoke; over the stone lipsOf chimneys bleeding, a darker fume descends.Night, the old nun, in voiceless pity bendsTo ...
Soft toys that make to seem girlsIn cool whitewash with two coralValves of lip printing each others' grease…A clockwork Cupid's ...
Not yet! I thought this time 'twas done at last, the workings perfected, the life in it; and there's the ...
LEAN BACK, and get some minutes' peace; Let your head leanBack to the shoulder with its fleece Of ...
An actor is seen as if through crystals. Inspiration in stages. One musn't let in ...
Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling Bodies to unite in one blest whole—Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic By ...
Indeed indeed it is growing very sultryThe indian feather pots are scrambling out of the roomThe slow voice of the ...
AT six—long ere the wintry dawn— There sounded through the silent hall To where I lay, with blankets drawn Above ...
Pain, pain exalts me Into consciousness:I am awake! My jangled anguish rivesEach tense quick nerve pricked by unnum-bered knives,My only ...
Descended to the shore, odd how we leftthe young girl with us to herself, and wentstraight to examine the stratified ...
Between two nights the brief day. The farm is there. And in the thicket, a snare the hunter set for ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down the moonlit street, And stopped beneath the harlot's house. Inside, ...
MOORING POSTS 1 The mooring posts marked on the South Leeds map Of 1908 still line the Aire's side, huge, ...
Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling Bodies to unite in one blest whole-- Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic ...
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, ...
Though not for common praise of him, Nor yet for pride or charity, Still would I make to Vanderberg One ...
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...
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