Poeme de Peter Sragher

Peter Sragher a fost invitatul celui de al doilea episod al „Atelierelor literare Literomania”. Vă propunem în acest număr al Literomaniei un grupaj de poeme semnate de Peter Sragher.

feel the flow

cold
flowing cold
bringing in winter
is the calicoonian creek
winter has gripped
the hill descending
brook
now its waters
are flowing
caught in the
ice

the flow was halted
in the blue ice

feel the flow
cold
hard
stubborn
thinly icing down
down
its way
slowing its way
down
to the valley

is the creek
afraid
to take is last
turn

to turn once
is forever
never
ever
again

feel the flow
cold
flowing cold
bringing in
winter

and now the
calicoonian creek
takes the turn
the last turn
and its waters
curve
circle
hit
the rounded stones
as if they wanted
to return
to their spring
and take its fish
back
to the sharp mountain
stones

a thought
that was a thought
of the calicoonian creek
not to move further
but
to go back

but there is no space
left
for consideration
‘cause the delaware river
grabs
quickly
strongly
abruptly

the last doubts of the calicoon creek
into the sound of its
bouncy flow

2009, calicoon, new york state

come to the bowery

be flowery
bring her the dowry
make her rich

coming to bow
in front of her
in front of the river
prepared to become ocean
coming to bow
to cut timber
coming to lean my soul
over the street
over the walk
along with walking

people

come to the bowery
be flowery
bring her the dowry
make her rich

coming here
coming to the bowery
and hearing timber
cut into pieces
long ago
smelling the hot
wood
broken
screaming
bleeding
for a better cause
to heat people during the winter
wood has to be cut
in the bowery
listen to it weeping
and the loggers
screaming

timbeeeeeeeerrrr
timbeeeeeeeerrrr
timbeeeeeeeerrrr
so people shouldn’t be afraid
if they hear the fall
if they hear it break
warming the walk

the bowery broken wood
taken as a token

warm
refreshing
cute
cut into pieces
small
tiny
ti
t
i

come to the bowery
be flowery
bring her the dowry
make her rich

peter

aike her rich
aike
her
her rich
rich
itsch
tschî
tschî
î

2009, oct bucharest

barbar cânta femeia*

omagiu lui george bacovia

la cafenea
baaar
baaar
dar
e un dar

(scurt)

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