Glance and flash

POSTED IN classic poetry June 22, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Glance and flash

That when he (man) wished to feed
the thick white comb renounced the
pinkbird.
Now she rolls the windows wet in wooden
cloths!
Not to the distant but the crooked.
Discharged the chapel – oh! ah!
Half-rounded sheercircles press down
hard on
chessboards and! iron books!
Nuremberg wants to lie kneeling next to
the pronged ox wants to —
horrible weight of eyebrows.
Heaven, heaven, printed ribbons you can
bear –
The leg, it might well grow out of my
head
from the short-tailed horse
with
the pointed mouth.
But the redjags, the yellowheel at
the northpolac like a missile at noon!

 

by Wassily Kandinsky

English version by Johannes Beilharz