elegy for the last poppies

Sage – wie ich bin?
Überall wollen Blumen aus mir.


Else Lasker-Schüler

tell me - what am i?

everywhere, flowers want to burst from me.

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oh the blooming forest -
into the blue time of my blood
come, dip your fingers.


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my redblue expressionist fury

time!
you refused to stop then.
i recant my softness
and my goodness.
the quietness of the leaf
i will break it to pieces.
time!
you refused to bend
to my siren song.
i recant the curve
of my eyebrow
the wholeness of my knee
the glow of my hip
and the ineffable
of my navel.
the grace of the flower
i will tear it apart.
my stabbing red whisper
i will hurl it at you.
time!
you will go down
you will go blind
i will strangle you
with the blue ribbon
of my blood.