Deep Poetic Gazes Into the World E-Book

Albrecht Classen

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Deutsch

Seitenzahl: 32

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Poetic reflections about the self, our society, nature, politics, values, truth, love, passion, and also faith.

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Deep Gazes Into the World

Haikus

© 2021

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Verlagslabel: Prof. Dr. Albrecht Classen

ISBN Softcover: 978-3-347-50248-2

ISBN Hardcover: 978-3-347-50249-9

ISBN E-Book: 978-3-347-50250-5

ISBN Großdruck: 978-3-347-50251-2

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Albrecht Classen

Haikus

Poetic Responses to the Global Pandemic 2020-2021

Albrecht Classen

Tucson, Arizona

Scare is everywhere,

blindness strikes, and so despair,

but what have we lost?

Deserted desert,

No one knows the direction,

Woke up from a dream.

I thought of nothing,

my books at home gave comfort,

lonely in a cell.

My words and myself

play and live in unison

and create meaning.

Recycling weekly

people take dogs for a walk

what is going on?

I must keep writing

otherwise I would despair

my words console me

Wings of new virus

quietly cover the land

I do not give up

Evening setting

the moon rises behind clouds

spare me my dreaming

Fernweh I tell you

Heimweh I also feel much

at home and abroad

Local pantry here

a long line of hungry mouths

all humanity

Give me all your love

I’ll take it with me yonder

Together in flight,

True, I do not fear

my time is much too precious

We are here to live

Finally, sunset

what will tomorrow bring us?

there is always hope

The past is with us,

we cannot escape from it

painful memories

The bell is tolling

the morning is not waiting

pack your stuff and go

Cacti blooming fresh

none of the dying matters

life keeps going on

Hunger knocks on doors

needs no keys or my welcome

human suffering

(I also compose in German)

Oh haiku haiku

du musst wandern durch die Welt

gibst Trost und Segen

Javelinas trot

at night through the neighborhood

they are not concerned

The first pistachio

proudly displays its first leaves

the others will follow

Medieval Black Death

flight, no other remedy

and now, any change?

Darkness awaits us

daybreak arrives, rest assured

it’s all a rhythm

Do not trust the head

he does not know anything

oh, bombastic fool

Day by day, we live

birds and sunshine remind us

let’s get back to work

Sing a song with me

the chorus always sounds good

we will achieve much

Does the virus smell?

How do the Acacia smell?

You choose what you like

(Again, back to my mothertongue)

Fern sind die Freunde

wir denken jetzt stark an sie

einsam ist keiner

So much doom and gloom

virus, we are not your prey

let’s fight, drink, and write

Do not give up hope

there is so much more to do

life is way too short

It’s tough, we all know

but we are tough as you know

let us win the war!

Moon and stars wonder

where have all the people

gone alone in hiding

City silhouette

morning sunshine fills the streets

there is no traffic

Wild flowers now grow

from every crack and hole

no one there to weed

No stopping of time

we all must grow and pass on

one chance, one life, now

And the moon rises

bright and clear above our heads

what only has changed?

Countless viruses

here on lonely Mother Earth

nine billion people

Why, if I may ask

why has this happened to us

life is contingent

Getting up at dawn

working until evening

routine and structure

St. Christopher

pray for us in our need

we hold on to straws

Quirky internet

remains quiet, no e-mails

a pause in the world

If the Jesuits

had known of the pandemic

they might have stayed home.

Some politicians