Three poems by Ulrike Almut Sandig
AN APPLE, TWO CUPS
everything is done, everything
is in its place.
all the boxes unpacked
CDs and books
ordered. Everything is here.
we sit opposite each other
an apple, two cups
water that tastes like
wine to us. beams of light
stand around us
dust twists slowly
we don’t see it.
two open windows, wind
waves between us.
ALONG THE MIDDLE OF EACH OF OUR OWN BODIES
we kiss each other often on our wet faces.
we lock up tightly the tear that travels horizontally
along the middle of each of our own bodies.
we sew ourselves to each other. we sew ourselves
together. we make ourselves, you, a silent creature.
IN SUMMER THE ELDERLY SIT
their feet drawn close and hold their suitcases tight.
they contain: savings in plastic wrap, mother’s
gold jewellery, three photos, two letters, the passport.
only the elderly sit in the dark on tables when wind
winds up, and count the seconds between thunder
and the elderly sit and don’t say a word
Three Poems by Judith Zander
from the burning
peels out tetrapod fly
to the edges of breath
the curbs sway against
our eyes ared repoussé
between your lighter-fingers
something grows warm like fox fur
fast as you can baby
under my thin
tongue rattles the other
half of the slogan
casually your neck dries
up the rain-light
my hand is a dead fish in the morning
it drifts on your chest
sideways the night made
a heron take wing
my eyes two swinging canoes in
the short waves of daylight a dead
fish lies on your chest like an alp
like a fish out of water you gasp twitch
back from the brothers the one
is called sleep they
paddle with strokes in unison they
tie sparkling strings for everyone
drop for drop into the river
my hand is a dead fish
in the morning silver the scales in the rushes
uncaught it swashes on your chest
on the bank the rushes bide their time
Bradley Schmidt was born in South Dakota and grew up in rural Kansas. He studied literature, philosophy and theology as well as translation in the US and Germany. He now works as a freelance translator and as a lecturer at the University of Leipzig.
Ulrike Almut Sandig’s poems taken from: Ulrike Almut Sandig: Dickicht. Gedichte © Schöffling & Co. Verlagsbuchhandlung GmbH, Frankfurt am Main 2011 and Streumen. Gedichte © Connewitzer Verlagsbuchhandlung, Leipzig, 2007
Judith Zander’s poems taken from: Judith Zander: oder tau. Gedichte © 2011 Deutscher Taschenbuch Verlag, Munich/Germany