Poem

The flowers cannot hold it long / the sparsely fallen snow The morning sunshine thaws the flakes / and droplets fall and flow Immaculate the petals shine / the gold again unfolds A day like this so fortunate / from which a year may grow This kind of snow is called “Hasenschnee”,in the south of Germany, defined as (in latin): “nix leviter sparsa”. Very fitting for this Year of the Hare!

Ein Biber nagt den Kirschbaum an / taucht ein und schwimmt davon Die Wunde blutet Tropfen Harz / die Tränen klar und rein Der Regen wäscht sie nicht herab / die Sonne trocknet nicht Die Blätter färben sich in Gelb / dort zieht der Herbst schon ein => Mehr... Foreign affairs: A beaver gnaws a cherry tree / dives in and swims away And resin oozes from the wound / the tears are pure and bright A shower does not wash them down / the warm wind will not dry The foliage withers all too soon / in early...

One wonders why a common fly / would perch upon a rose There is no stench of dying things / what keeps him there, who knows Perhaps he loves like any man / to show off like a king Surrounds himself with finest cloth / but then to filth he goes More poems, in German...

The Chinese New Year always starts with a new moon, in 2019 this was on the 5th of February. After the winter solstice, days begin earlier and last longer and by the time of the Chinese New Year there already is a feeling of Spring. To celebrate this pristine time of the year I wrote the following lines. The moon is new the sky in haze and shorter is the night Before the dawn a single call then many birds unite The branches are but dimly seen then comes the morning sun And makes the hamamelis...

Si sombre, grand et lourd, l'obstacle sur ma voie même dans mes rêves la nuit je le revois chaque fois Je l'ai créé moi-même dans un instant de jeu Le jeu est transformé en question sérieux  Amélie Deboichet chez Artoll, Avril 2018

From starry skies descends the rime at night The bitter fruit shines yellow in first light Among the thorns a wren’s good hideaway He scatters not remaining frost in flight In the old days it was custom among the literati of Japan to write a poem on the first three days of the New Year. Painters would of course paint, musicians play, and flowers were arranged for the occasion. All bore in mind that it would be an auspicious act for the whole year to come. One should at least begin the year in...

A gust of wind sets autumn leaves afly they fall and flow In quiet stream nearby The stepping stones from olden times with moss Is where they meet And fleetingly pass by

The Lily Pond A gust of wind the plants in disarray The mirror cracked in downpour’s sudden spray No sky to see nor fish that smoothly glide The lily pond where flowers calmly stay

Die Straßen sind verlassen der letzte Schnee liegt vor dem Haus vorbei das Kinderlachen beim großen Schneemannbau Man träumt vom Frühling blauem Himmel den ersten Krokussen die aus der Erde sprießen Man denkt an laue Frühlingswinde Spaziergänge im Wald an zartes Vogelzwitschern Ach, wäre es doch nur schon so weit!