Jun 022017
 


_Poems of Paul Celan_ translated by Michael Hamburger
Somewhere I found this title on a list of books that one should read and so I put it on my Amazon wishlist of paper books to remember for later. 

My mother likes to give physical presents rather than ecards or vouchers so one Christmas a couple of years ago, I got this to read. I had totally forgotten that I put it on a list! 😜

So, it took me a bit of time to get through it as I tend not to read paper books very often outside of the bathroom or occasionally poolside. 😬

However, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Although I have gotten a bit out of reading poetry regularly I find that perhaps I should incorporate it more into my reading repertoire as I find them inspiring and thought-provoking. 

Celan’s poems reflect the survival of the Second World War and romantic view of life and love. While I may not keep his work on my bookshelf since I’m decreasing my material possessions I will recommend his work for those interested in poetry. 😍

~T πŸ˜€

Jun 052011
 

I try to understand
I try to empathize
I try to rationalize

Yet, my words get twisted
Yet, my voice gets lost
Yet, my heart gets pain

How can it be –
This change?
This stranger?
This feeling of loss?

The more I try, the less I sleep
The more I think, the less I understand
The more I rationalize, the less it makes sense

My love is the same
My passion is the same
My feeling is the same

So, why does it all feel different?

~T
June 4, 2011

Jun 062010
 

When I sum up all that makes me happy –

The color purple
Korean food
Teddy bears
White roses
A beautiful novel

Hope in humanity
Unity among men
Shared joy and laughter

My family
My true friends
My love –

The sun shines a little brighter
The air feels a little warmer
And I smile a lot wider.

-T
~June 6, 2010

Jun 012010
 

Why is it funny to joke –
“You’re adopted”

Is my life funny to others?
Is my lack of known heritage a joke?
Is my lack of identity with any country or culture something to laugh about?

Go ahead laugh it up
Go ahead enjoy your position of power
Go ahead try to forget the truth staring you in the face

I’ll smile along
I’ll hide the pain your joke causes
I’ll pretend to play your game

That’s what we do – the adopted –

We pretend
We smile
We hide

But know this –
My life, being adopted, is no dinner joke

It’s reality.

-T
~June 1, 2010

May 232010
 

They say laughter makes a
healthy heart.

For me, being with you is
just the start.

Not only do you make me
laugh,

But you really are like
my other half.

Where I am lacking
You are abundant
Where I am weak
You are strong

Time spent with you is
never dull.

You make every part
of me full.

I love you –
both parts and whole.

All this to say –
You are good for my soul.

~T
May 23, 2010

Mar 162010
 

The horns honk
The sirens blare
And I do not care.

The men gawk
The people stare
And I do not care.

The temperatures can conk
The weather may always be fair
But still I do not care.

For nothing can knock
Me out of this state, so rare
Because it’s for you

That I care.

-T
~March 15, 2010

PS Not a great one, but am trying with different techniques…. πŸ˜€

Mar 112010
 

You are my north star
as the Earth spins

You are my sun
as the clouds roll in

You are my pillar
as the ground moves and shifts

You are my direction
as the wind blows.

It’s in your
embrace I feel safe

It’s in your
hands I feel sure

It’s in your
eyes I see security.

For you remain my constant
as life races on.

-T
~March 9, 2010

Mar 012010
 

It’s as if…

…I’ve been waiting all my life for you.
…I’ve always known you deep within.
…I’ve never really known love before.

It’s as if…

…you read my thoughts before I say them.
…you know my heart without the words.
…you have always loved me –

and I you.

-T
~February 28, 2010

Mar 012010
 

The writer longs for description
The painter craves expression
The sculptor aches for formation
The actor dreams of recognition

and to what end?

For whom do we describe our thoughts and feelings?
From whom do we need to be recognized?
For what do we desire to make form?
For what do we gain recognition?

is it to make the world better?
is it to leave our mark?

Is it possible for our creative angst to be relieved?

-T
~February 28, 2010

Feb 172010
 

Sometimes I worry and fret
Sometimes I imagine what hasn’t happened yet.

My heart still shudders at the memory
Of when you were away from me.

And there are times when the fear sets in
Will he still love me tomorrow…? But, then

I see you and you smile
Then I know all my worrying was not really worthwhile.

-T
~February 16, 2010