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Lines from Gottfried Benn:
A woman is something with a smell.
Ineffable! To die for! Mignonette.
Shepherd, sea, and South.
On every declivity a bliss.
and
Bring down the temple
by the yearning of your knees
and
Spill, spread, unpetal, bleed
your soft flowers through great wounds.
and
when my little prince
pokes his chubby little legs through the bars of his cot
it melts my heart
and the autumnal poem, full of slow glories, Left the House
The second part of Geoffrey Brock’s Alteration Finds (Defaced, After Rilke), reworking the Rilke poem Archaic Torso of Apollo, is quite fine.
Two lines from Eugene Dubnov’s poem Lips:
Yesterday I was mastering words
And kissing lips lightly
A line from Antonio Porchia’s Voices: “Man is a thing children learn. A childish thing.”
I’m really excited for SAID’s book of Psalms (translated by Mark Burrow). There’s a lot of mystery in the selection here, particularly the third and fourth psalm.
A little treasure from Marina Tsvetaeva : “I am happy living simple”
Paul Claudel’s The Day of Gifts is one of the most remarkable poems I’ve read this year. I’ve already earmarked it for my end of the year list.
