Poems by Moritz Albert Frank
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Addiction
... my mother the virtuosofrom knuckles among warehouses -- even Iam addicted to the mild light of words ...
Business
... eep, and childrenare the loudest things, with the dark foamingamong maples, glinting, as it comes in ...
Capriccio of Roman Ruins
... een a ruinalready, centuries ago, when first he relaxedand upright, with open eyes, here fell asleep ...
Conversation with a Widow
... ult of men:Powers of earth, give me the male strengththat we desire, kindly strength, which protects ...
The Erotic Civilization
... rin the flap-snap-flop of the laundry of the futurestrung out the windows of tropical highrise slums ...
Home Again Home Again
... ,hard flesh torn, her dress the blue of late dusk,the heaven behind her a work of flat blinding gold ...
The List
... t its keeper, when I am dead, will not know anythingabout the men who had the names at the beginning ...
The Little Walls Before China
... t straightendlessly east and west: what clue will there bewhich way to face my people for the attack ...
Lost Content
... ern slide down the secret streamin black and gold peace,past the child's husk, the family never born ...
Native Woman
... yat home, men young and old go wrong,life almost at its end isstill day by day harried and perplexed ...
On Distinction
... ts,and the squabble over who will write the historyof this paradise of demons casting each other out ...
On the Preserved Body of an Inca Child Frozen to Death as a Sacrifice to the Sun
... e places empty of you,making us see what is donein his own false nameto the poor tongues of his fire ...
One With The Sun
... nesting now, nightrises with pale flutteringsof white wings from rootsof plants and the black water ...
Orpheus
... ieces, maybe that only signifieseach one keeps part of my body, which is melody among visible things ...
Uninvited Reader
... e on and on while somewhere back in the poemin a blank passage an ugly old woman sits against a wall ...
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