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- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Serie: Sonnets I
- Sprache: Englisch
Visiting Athens twenty years after the death of his Muse, the poet still felt the magical radiance of places of antiquity he felt for the first time, when he experienced its architecture and art, recalling a famous poem: "...and the whole temple sings." Settling down in the mild pre-spring sun at the Agora, he reflected about passages of his life that appeared to him in a spiritual discussion with his Muse; this historic place exerted such a great sense he could feel intensely.
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pol drwg 01 – les yeux d’un poète
Prolog
As a visitor after twenty years, the poet felt more like someone who had experienced his homecoming.
The poet lived in Athens for three years, bringing out a surge of creativity inspired by the workshops he participated in with local artists.
Before this second phase of a more extended stay in that city, he had visited Athens a few times, meeting with a talented local poetess who had influenced his poetry and art. Since then, the poet has been drawn to her free spirit and her support for growing in his style of expression in word and drawing.
Besides gaining a sense of belonging to his city of choice for art, his studies of architecture gave him the basis for a better understanding of Greek art and architecture. He felt a deeper understanding of it that grew on him with every further visit, especially under the guidance of his teacher and muse.
Twenty years later, he published literature and developed his drawing style for inclusion in his publications, especially dialogues of drawings and poems. This time, visiting the Acropolis, he could hear the temple sing. He had arrived at his spiritual home. Indeed.
The poet felt he had been on a pilgrimage. Had Greek classical art been the cradle of Western civilization, the poet would have felt the same about the development of his art.
Revisiting the places that called for him like a mother for her child, he felt the same for his teacher, muse, love interest, and inner peace of coming home again.
This book was written as a homage to visiting her remains at the First Cemetery of Athens.
Index
Content
pol drwg.01 – les yeux d’un poète
Prolog
Sonnets I-VI
pol drwg.02 – the andrologist
Sonnets VII-XIII
pol drwg.03 – ina & the poet flying
Sonnets XIV-XX
pol drwg.04 – a tête-à-tête below the acropolis
Sonnets XXI-XXXVII
pol drwg.05 – each other’s adoration
Sonnets XXXVIII-XLIV
pol drwg.06 – making love to the bluebird’s warble
Sonnets XLV-LI
pol drwg.07 – love’s indian summer
Sonnets LII-LVIII
pol drwg.08 – legacy of gods
Sonnets LIX-LXIII
pol drwg.09 – ana, anetha, athina
Sonnets LXIV-LXX
pol drwg.10 – an artist’s symposium
Sonnets LXXI-LXVII
pol drwg.11 – spouse & muse
Sonnets LXXVIII-LXXXIV
pol drwg.12 – the artist loves the NAM (New Acropolis Museum)
Sonnets LXXXV-XCI
pol drwg.13 – palm tree
Sonnets XCII-C
pol drwg.14 – dusk settled seamlessly as the eyes closed
Index
About the author
Other books by the author
LOVE REVISITED
Passages of Life
100+1 Sonnets
I
The body is in turmoil of a sudden oncoming
what is the matter with the poet now?
Have some dark forces turned to violence,
shaking his roots and attacking his health?
Sleep has evaded the poet, who sighs,
pain permeates his body, causing cramps in his
abdomen towards the left side of his kidney
being gutted by a hunting knife.
Sweat covers his body, and sleep will not come
to the frightened guest at the city’s haunt of his
adorable muse and possible love interest.
Will he, poet, artist, husband, lover survive
these colic attacks pushing waves of sharp pain
up his urinary tract and bladder?
II
The unusual play of hot and cold weather
has taken its toll on mature men, mature
women and the weather-bent aged folk
the poet hopes to find medical help.
In time, his muse appears, ferries him to the surgery
of Dr R.S, a general practitioner he met through
his friend, the artist of life, and he asked his muse
to accompany him to her practice.
Immediately, he storms into the waiting area
shows his ID to the secretary, who seems at
first somewhat suspicious about an emergency
A man in a black leather jacket with a cap
on his head, long hair stuck up, and a smile
despite the pain in his inflamed bladder.
III
Waiting patiently for an hour, he finally faces
the lean and sinewy doctor of medicine she’ll
check his urine and listen to his chest with
her black and silver stethoscope.
Yes, you have bronchitis, she states, there’s
also bacteria in your bladder, I’ll write you
a script for an antibiotic, please take it for
seven days, and the poet thanks her and
commences immediately to the pharmacy.
He then heads home, and his spouse is
concerned, her hubby has suddenly turned ill.
You have to live a healthy life, she said
eat the right food and don’t drink so much
Mr W said that water causes kidney stones.
IV
Nonsense, he replied, and Ina gave him
a lift to reach the surgery of Dr M.D, who
was absent, and her replacement, Dr Las,
had been a temporary replacement,
he checked the poet and found indications
of a kidney stone settled at the edge of his
bladder opening, but he wasn’t sure, sent
him for a CT scan in the city of Stockerau.
He accepted a date of 30.04. at 17:30,
but then the nurse had changed it to noon,
and he agreed and headed for the train station.
Come on, poet. Come on, walk to IBD in Stockerau's
commercial area. No, a woman said: take the bus
No.830, but the bus didn’t pitch.
V
He phoned for a cab, but no one appeared
suddenly, the bus stopped in front of
the station. Great, you have stopped, he
addressed the Indian driver, who listened
to the poet’s story of having such a bad day
with the local transport and the bus not being
on time, and the cab that didn’t pitch So,
tell me, why are there no cabs here?
At IBD, he entered reception, where the
young woman was receptive to his story
of an odyssey due to a transport that was
unreliable, but he stood in a queue of four
persons to be interviewed in a glazed in
cubicle of two, so what about being late?
VI
The procedure not explained; he had to
write his Email down to the chick with a
limited knowledge of Internet addresses
he said verbally, handing him a pen.
Now, for a CT scan, he had to sit down in
another waiting area, damned, calls ups
were difficult to understand, but after
taking the wrong cabin, he was served.
The nurse slots him into the tube quickly
he closes his eyes and thinks of his muses
it’s a pity she couldn’t ferry him here.
pol drwg.02 – the andrologist
VII
At the Klnburg station, he’d arrive on time,
his appointment at four o’clock still stands
well then, he’ll sit patiently for another hour
but then twenty later, he’s suddenly called.
The Andrologist will check him with an
ultrasound with some problems, but then
the ACT disc shows the kidney stone quite clearly,
size 1,5 cm. Damned! Why now?
“Why didn’t I see the stone, or wasn’t it here
in January?” Incredible, I thought. Could a 1,5 cm
stone grow in 3-4 months to such a size?
The reasons for this question are to be checked
but the main thing at present is to protect the
kidney, the Andrologist said, still perplexed.
VIII
So then you’ll get a stent inserted at first and
then, we’ll have to discuss the method of getting
rid of the stone,” Dr M-D. said. The poet left
confident that his health could be restored.
“Not a joke,” a radiant Dr M-D. said. “To get old
isn’t for the meek,” he said. She laughed.
“Well, now, you are in good shape for 84!”
that’s a great compliment. Indeed.
But the journey for the CT scan still hovered
in his mind and probably as it was one day
after a holiday, everybody was still half asleep.
To travel by train isn’t a big problem at all
but to find transportation to the IBD is for
a first-time visitor, a nightmare by bus.
IX
Stockerau, the largest city of the ‘Weinviertel’
has no local taxi service and only one bus that
commutes hourly to the industrial area where
the centre for CT scans is located.
Imagine 30 Euro for one ride, for a few km
is excessive, but cabs have to come from the
neighbouring town of Korneuburg. Damned!
Cancelling the cab finally cost him 30 euros.
He wouldn’t budge; it was his fault entirely
he’d pay his debt, returning to the train station
the owner of the cab company waited already.
He hadn’t been used to the unreliable schedule of the
bus line 830; however, even when he went back to the
train station later, the same thing happened again.
X
At the institute for pictorial documentation
the acting secretary is strict, her voice arduous
