A poem, as a manifestation of language and thus essentially dialogue, can be a message in a bottle, sent out in the –not always greatly hopeful-belief that somewhere and sometime it could wash up on...

Speak you too,speak as the last,say out your say.Speak-But don’t split off No from Yes.Give your say this meaning too:Give it the shadow.Give it shadow enough,Give it as muchAs you know is spread round you...

Wer auf dem Kopf geht, der hat den Himmel als Abgrund unter sich.

With wine and being lost, withless and less of both:I rode through the snow, do you read meI rode God far–I rode Godnear, he sang,it wasour last ride overthe hurdled humans.They cowered whenthey heard usoverhead,...

Ein Nichtswaren wir, sind wir, werdenwir bleiben, blühend.die Nichts-, dieNiemandsrose.

Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss.

Reality is not simply there, it must be searched and won.

Don’t sign your namebetween worlds,surmountthe manifold of meanings,trust the tearstain,learn to live.

The heart hid still in the dark, hard as the Philosopher’s Stone.

How you die out in me:down to the lastworn-out knot of breathyou’re there, with a splinter of life.

Only truthful hands write true poems. I cannot see any basic difference between a handshake and a poem.

rush of pine scent (once upon a time),the unlicensed convictionthere ought to be another wayof sayingthis.

Poetry is a sort of homecoming.

Each arrow you shoot offcarries its own targetinto the decidedlysecrettangle

With a changing key, you unlock the house wherethe snow of what’s silenced drifts.Just like the blood that bursts fromYour eye or mouth or ear,so your key changes.Changing your key changes the wordThat may drift...

U izvoru tvojih očijumore drži svoju riječ.Ja ondje bacamsrce koje je boravilo kod ljudi.

enriched” by all this.

They are the efforts of someone who, overarced by stars that are human handiwork, and who, shelterless in this till now undreamt of sense and thus most uncannily in the open, goes with his very...