<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417195" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Kaspar Is Dead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Translated by G P Skratz) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">o god our kaspar is dead<br>& now there's no-one to steal away with the burning flag &<br>snap it every day in the dark cloud's braided hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no-one to crank the coffee-mill in the ancient cask.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no-one to conjure idyllic deer from the petrified grocery bag.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no-one to sniff ships umbrellas bee-keepers udders of wind<br>spindles of ozone no-one to filet the pyramids.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">o god god god our good old kaspar is dead. lord lord<br>kaspar is dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">heart-broken shark's teeth rattle with grief in the belfry<br>when we utter his given name. so i stick to his last,<br>sighing kaspar kaspar kaspar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">why have you deserted us. what form has your great soul<br>wandered into now. have you become a star or a chain of<br>water on a hot whirlwind or a plump breast of black light<br>or a transparent brick on the groaning drum of the rocks<br>of existence...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">o now the crowns of our heads the soles of our feet wither<br>away & angels smolder on the funeral pyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the dark bowling alley thunders behind the sun & there's<br>no-one to wind the compasses & the wheels of wheelbarrows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no-one to dine with the phosphorescent rat at the barefoot<br>table.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no-one to drive off the wind devil when he tries to seduce<br>the horses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no-one to teach us monograms in the stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">his bust will adorn all truly noble firesides but there is<br>no snuff & comfort for a dead head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jean+Arp">Jean Arp</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417195" data-title="Kaspar Is Dead de Jean Arp" data-description="(Translated by G P Skratz) o god our kaspar is dead & now there's no-one to steal away with the burning flag & snap it every day in the dark cloud's braided hair. no-one to crank the coffee-mill in the ancient cask. no-one to conjure idyllic d..."></div> </div> </div>

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