Jean Arp Poems

  • 1.  
    daß ich als ich
    ein und zwei ist
    daß ich als ich
    drei und vier ist
    ...
  • 2.  
    I was alone with a chair on a plain
    Which lost itself in an empty horizon.

    The plain was flawlessly paved.
    ...
  • 3.  
    (Translated from the French by David Gascoyne)

    The feet of morning the feet of noon and the feet of evening
    walk ceaselessly round pickled buttocks
    ...
  • 4.  
    1.

    weh unser guter kaspar ist tot
    wer trägt nun die brennende fahne im zopf wer dreht die
    ...
  • 5.  
    (Translated by G P Skratz)

    o god our kaspar is dead
    & now there's no-one to steal away with the burning flag &
    ...
  • 6.  
    1

    die rosen werden an die hüte gekreuzigt, die lippen
    der rosen fliegen fort.
    ...
  • 7.  
    1
    Ich bin der große Derdiedas
    das rigorose Regiment
    der Ozonstengel prima Qua
    ...
  • 8.  
    The air is a root.
    The stones are filled with tenderness. bravo.
    bravo. the stones are filled with air.
    the stones are watery branches.
    ...
Total 8 poems written by poet Jean Arp


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