Tuesday, 3 June 2014

Christiane Loehr

untitled, 2011, pencil on paper, 25 x 17,5 cm

untitled, 2011, pencil on paper, 25 x 17,5 cm

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In the midst of a forgotten book
A flower without fragrance and dry
and I discover in a strange fantasy
is immediately filled my soul:

Where and when flourished? In what spring?
And last long? And who caught him
then, known or unknown hand?
And why put it here?

In memory of a loving congregation,
Or a fatal detachment,
Or a solitary walk
in the silence of the fields or in the dark woods?

They still live he or she ? And where
is now located their nest?
Or maybe they are already faded
as the mysterious flower
(1828)

Translation of John and Joan Judges Spendel
Mondadori
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