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Archive K-L

· Queen Liliʻuokalan: Kumulipo (Hawaiian creation chant) · Voyage of the Sable Venus and Other Poems by Robin Coste Lewis · Else Lasker-Schüler: Mein Blaues Klavier · Rupi Kaur: Home Body (poetry) · Else Lasker-Schüler: Versöhnung · Else Lasker-Schüler: Von Weit · Else Lasker-Schüler: Als der blaue Reiter war gefallen . . . · Else Lasker-Schüler: Weltende · Else Lasker-Schüler: George Grosz · Poetry by Keetje Kuipers: ‘All Its Charms’ · Maude. A Ballad Of The Olden Time by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon · Delphine Lecompte: Vrolijke verwoesting. Gedichten

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Queen Liliʻuokalan: Kumulipo (Hawaiian creation chant)

Kumulipo
(Hawaiian creation chant)

At the time that turned the heat of the earth,
At the time when the heavens turned and changed,
At the time when the light of the sun was subdued
To cause light to break forth,
At the time of the night of Makalii (winter)
Then began the slime which established the earth,
The source of deepest darkness.
Of the depth of darkness, of the depth of darkness,
Of the darkness of the sun, in the depth of night,
It is night,
So was night born

 

Kumulipo

O ke au i kahuli wela ka honua
O ke au i kahuli lole ka lani
O ke au i kukaiaka ka la.
E hoomalamalama i ka malama
O ke au o Makali’i ka po
O ka walewale hookumu honua ia
O ke kumu o ka lipo, i lipo ai
O ke kumu o ka Po, i po ai
O ka lipolipo, o ka lipolipo
O ka lipo o ka la, o ka lipo o ka po
Po wale hoi
Hanau ka po

 

Queen Liliʻuokalani
(1838-1917)
Kumulipo
Hawaiian creation chant
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Queen Liliʻuokalani was born on September 2, 1838 in Honolulu, Hawaii, as Lydia Kamakaeha. She was proclaimed queen in 1891. The last monarch of Hawaii, her reign was short-lived due to a U. S. military-backed coup in 1893.

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Voyage of the Sable Venus and Other Poems by Robin Coste Lewis

This National Book Award-winning debut poetry collection is a “powerfully evocative” (The New York Review of Books) meditation on the black female figure through time.

Robin Coste Lewis’s electrifying collection is a triptych that begins and ends with lyric poems meditating on the roles desire and race play in the construction of the self.

In the center of the collection is the title poem, “Voyage of the Sable Venus,” an amazing narrative made up entirely of titles of artworks from ancient times to the present—titles that feature or in some way comment on the black female figure in Western art. Bracketed by Lewis’s own autobiographical poems, “Voyage” is a tender and shocking meditation on the fragmentary mysteries of stereotype, juxtaposing our names for things with what we actually see and know.

A new understanding of biography and the self, this collection questions just where, historically, do ideas about the black female figure truly begin—five hundred years ago, five thousand, or even longer? And what role did art play in this ancient, often heinous story? Here we meet a poet who adores her culture and the beauty to be found within it. Yet she is also a cultural critic alert to the nuances of race and desire—how they define us all, including her own sometimes painful history.

Lewis’s book is a thrilling aesthetic anthem to the complexity of race—a full embrace of its pleasure and horror, in equal parts.

” To keep you happy, I decorated the bars.
Because you had never been hungry, I knew

I could tell you the black side
of my family owned slaves.

I realize this is perhaps
the one reason why I love you,

( . . . . . )  “

Robin Coste Lewis is the author of Voyage of the Sable Venus (2015), a finalist for the National Book Award. Her work has appeared in various journals and anthologies, including The Massachusetts Review, Callaloo, The Harvard Gay & Lesbian Review, Transition, and VIDA.
Lewis earned her BA from Hampshire College, her MFA from NYU’s Creative Writing Program, and an MTS degree in Sanskrit and comparative religious literature from Harvard Divinity School. A Cave Canem fellow, a Los Angeles Institute of the Humanities fellow, Lewis was also awarded a Provost’s fellowship in the Creative Writing & Literature PhD Program at USC. Other fellowships and awards include the Caldera Foundation, the Ragdale Foundation, the Headlands Center for the Arts, and the Summer Literary Seminars in Kenya. She was a finalist for the International War Poetry Prize, the National Rita Dove Prize, and semi-finalist for the “Discovery”/Boston Review Prize and the Crab Orchard Series Open Poetry Prize.
Lewis has taught at Wheaton College, Hunter College, Hampshire College and the NYU Low-Residency MFA in Paris. Born in Compton, California, her family is from New Orleans.

Voyage of the Sable Venus
and Other Poems
by Robin Coste Lewis
Category: Poetry
Paperback
$19.95
2017
ISBN 9781101911204
Publisher : Knopf (1st edition 2015)
Language : English
160 pages
ISBN-10 : 1101875437
ISBN-13 : 978-1101875438

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Else Lasker-Schüler: Mein Blaues Klavier

 

Mein blaues Klavier

Ich habe zu Hause ein blaues Klavier
Und kenne doch keine Note.

Es steht im Dunkel der Kellertür,
Seitdem die Welt verrohte.

Es spielten Sternenhände vier
-Die Mondfrau sang im Boote-
Nun tanzen die Ratten im Geklirr.

Zerbrochen ist die Klaviatür…..
Ich beweine die blaue Tote.

Ach liebe Engel öffnet mir
-Ich aß vom bitteren Brote-
Mir lebend schon die Himmelstür-
Auch wider dem Verbote.

Else Lasker-Schüler
(1869 – 1945)
Mein blaues Klavier

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Rupi Kaur: Home Body (poetry)

From the Number One Sunday Times bestselling author of milk and honey and the sun and her flowers comes her greatly anticipated third collection of poetry.

 

Rupi Kaur constantly embraces growth, and in home body, she walks readers through a reflective and intimate journey visiting the past, the present and the potential of the self. home body is a collection of raw, honest conversations with oneself – reminding readers to fill up on love, acceptance, community, family, and embrace change. illustrated by the author, themes of nature and nurture, light and dark, rest here.

 

 

i dive into the well of my body
and end up in another world
everything i need
already exists in me
there’s no need
to look anywhere else

– home

rupi kaur is a poet. artist. and performer. as a 21-year-old university student rupi wrote. illustrated. and self-published her first poetry collection milk and honey. next came its artistic sibling the sun and her flowers. these collections have sold over 8 million copies and have been translated into over 40 languages. home body is her third collection of poetry. rupi’s work touches on love. loss. trauma. healing. femininity. and migration. she feels most at home when creating art or performing her poetry onstage.

Rupi Kaur
Home Body
Paperback
ISBN : 9781471196720
Publisher: Simon & Schuster UK
November 17, 2020
English Poetry
$13.59

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Rupi Kaur
Home Body

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Else Lasker-Schüler: Versöhnung

 

Versöhnung

Es wird ein großer Stern in meinen Schoß fallen …
Wir wollen wachen die Nacht,

In den Sprachen beten,
Die wie Harfen eingeschnitten sind.

Wir wollen uns versöhnen die Nacht –
So viel Gott strömt über.

Kinder sind unsere Herzen,
Die möchten ruhen müdesüß.

Und unsere Lippen wollen sich küssen,
Was zagst du?

Grenzt nicht mein Herz an deins –
Immer färbt dein Blut meine Wangen rot.

Wir wollen uns versöhnen die Nacht,
Wenn wir uns herzen, sterben wir nicht.

Es wird ein großer Stern in meinen Schoß fallen.

Else Lasker-Schüler
(1869 – 1945)
Versöhnung

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Else Lasker-Schüler: Von Weit

Von weit

Dein Herz ist wie die Nacht so hell,
Ich kann es sehn
– Du denkst an mich – es bleiben alle Sterne stehn.

Und wie der Mond von Gold dein Leib
Dahin so schnell
Von weit er scheint.

Else Lasker-Schüler
(1869 – 1945)
Von weit

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Else Lasker-Schüler: Als der blaue Reiter war gefallen . . .

 

Als der blaue Reiter war gefallen …

Griffen unsere Hände sich wie Ringe;-
Küßten uns wie Brüder auf den Mund.

Harfen wurden unsere Augen,
Als sie weinten: Himmlisches Konzert.

Nun sind unsere Herzen Waisenengel.
Seine tiefgekränkte Gottheit
Ist erloschen in dem Bilde: Tierschicksale.

Else Lasker-Schüler
(1869 – 1945)
Als der blaue Reiter war gefallen . . .
(Nachruf von Else Lasker-Schüler an den 1916
im 1.Weltkrieg gefallenen Franz Marc)

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Else Lasker-Schüler: Weltende

Weltende

Es ist ein Weinen in der Welt,
Als ob der liebe Gott gestorben wär,
Und der bleierne Schatten, der niederfällt,
Lastet grabesschwer.

Komm, wir wollen uns näher verbergen …
Das Leben liegt in aller Herzen
Wie in Särgen.

Du, wir wollen uns tief küssen –
Es pocht eine Sehnsucht an die Welt,
An der wir sterben müssen.

Else Lasker-Schüler
(1869 – 1945)
Weltende

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Else Lasker-Schüler: George Grosz

George Grosz

Manchmal spielen bunte Tränen
In seinen äschernen Augen.

Aber immer begegnen ihm Totenwagen,
Die verscheuchen seine Libellen.

Er ist aberglaubig–
–Ward unter einem großen Stern geboren–

Seine Schrift regnet,
Seine Zeichnung: Trüber Buchstabe.

Wie lange im Fluß gelegen,
Blähen seine Menschen sich auf.

Mysteriöse Verlorene mit Quappenmmäulern
Und verfaulten Seelen.

Fünf träumende Totenfahrer
Sind seine silbernen Finger.

Aber nirgendwo ein Licht im verirrten Märchen
Und doch ist er ein Kind,

Der Held aus dem Lederstrumpf
Mit dem Indianerstamm auf Duzfuß.

Sonst haßt er alle Menschen,
Sie bringen ihm Unglück.

Aber Georg Grosz liebt sein Mißgeschick
Wie einen anhänglichen Feind.

Und seine Traurigkeit ist dionysisch,
Schwarzer Champagner seine Klage.

Er ist ein Meer mit verhängtem Mond,
Sein Gott ist nur scheintot.

Else Lasker-Schüler
(1869 – 1945)
George Grosz
aus: Die Kuppel. Paul Cassirer, Berlin 1920

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Poetry by Keetje Kuipers: ‘All Its Charms’

A luminous new collection from Keetje Kuipers, All Its Charms is a fearless and transformative reckoning of identity.

By turns tender and raw, these poems chronicle Kuipers’s decision to become a single mother by choice, her marriage to the woman she first fell in love with more than a decade before giving birth to her daughter, and her family’s struggle to bring another child into their lives. All Its Charms is about much more than the reinvention of the American family—it’s about transformation, desire, and who we can become when we move past who we thought we would be.

Keetje Kuipers is the author of three books of poems: Beautiful in the Mouth, The Keys to the Jail, and, most recently, All Its Charms, which includes poems honored by publication in both The Pushcart Prize and Best American Poetry anthologies. 

Her poetry and prose have appeared in Narrative, Virginia Quarterly Review, The New York Times Magazine, The Believer, and over a hundred other magazines. Her poems have also been featured as part of the Academy of American Poets’ Poem-a-Day series and read on NPR. Keetje has been a Stegner Fellow, a Bread Loaf fellow, and PEN Northwest’s Margery Davis Boyden Wilderness Writing Resident. She lives with her wife and children on an island in the Salish Sea, a short ferry ride away from Seattle where she is Editor of Poetry Northwest.

 

(. . .)

I climbed the red rocks robed in their red dust.

I put the earth—all its charms—within me,
into each waiting pocket. Lip and ear.

What will happen when my body can no longer

hold this fragrant salt, its hardened tears,
inside? Let mine into the dirt. The names

I’ve chosen for my children are already fast

across the sky like the ochre feathers that frame
the blackbird’s shrug.

(. . .)

Fragment of ‘Landscape with Sage and the Names of My Children’

 

All Its Charms
By: Keetje Kuipers
Language: English
Paperback: 112 pages
Publisher: BOA Editions Ltd.
Publication Date: April 23, 2019
ISBN-10: 1942683766
ISBN-13: 978-1942683766
Regular price $ 17.00

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Keetje Kuipers:
All Its Charms

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Maude. A Ballad Of The Olden Time by Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

 

Maude.

A Ballad Of The Olden Time

Around the castle turrets fiercely moaned the autumn blast,
And within the old lords daughter seemed dying, dying fast;
While o’er her couch in frenzied grief the stricken father bent,
And in deep sobs and stifled moans his anguish wild found vent.

“Oh cheer thee up, my daughter dear, my Maude, he softly said,
As tremblingly he strove to raise that young and drooping head;
‘I’ll deck thee out in jewels rare in robes of silken sheen,
Till thou shalt be as rich and gay as any crowned queen.”

“Ah, never, never!” sighed the girl, and her pale cheek paler grew,
While marble brow and chill white hands were bathed in icy dew;
“Look in my face – there thou wilt read such hopes are folly all,
No garment shall I wear again, save shroud and funeral pall.”

“My Maude thou’rt wilful! Far away in lands beyond the sea
Are sunny climes, where winter ne’er doth wither flower or tree;
And there thou’lt journey with me, till I see thee smile once more,
And thy fair cheek wear the rose’s hue as in the days of yore.”

“Ah, no roses shall I gather beneath a summer sky,
Not for me such dreams, dear father, my end is drawing nigh;
One voyage is before me, ’tis no use to grieve or moan,
But that dark, fearful journey must I travel all alone.”

“My precious child! last of my race! why wilt thou grieve me so?
Why add by such sad words unto thy grey haired father’s woe?
Live – live, my pearl! my stricken dove! earth’s joys shall all be thine;
Whate’er thy wish or will through life, it also shall be mine.”

Fast coursed the diamond tear drops down that fair, though faded, cheek,
And she whispered, but so softly, one scarce could hear her speak:
“Ah! father, half those loving cares when summer bright was here
Would have kept thy daughter with thee for many a happy year.

“But, ah! thy heart was marble then, and to thy direst foe,
More stern, relentless anger thou couldst not, father, show.
What was my crime? The one I loved, not rich but nobly born,
Was loyal, true, on whom no man e’er looked with glance of scorn.

“He wooed me fairly, father dear, but thou did’st often swear
Thou’dst rather see me in my grave than bride to Hengist’s heir.
Reckless, despairing, he embarked upon the stormy main,
To seek an end to grief and care, nor sought he long in vain.

“Calm and untroubled sleeps he now beneath the salt sea brine,
And I rejoice to think how soon that sweet sleep shall be mine!”
No answer made the father but a low and grief-struck moan;
And silence reigned again throughout that chamber sad and lone.

Sudden the girl starts wildly, with bright and kindling eye,
Her cheek assumes a crimson tint like hue of sunset sky,
“Father! that voice, that rapid step, ah, me! they are well-known,
Hengist who comes from ocean’s deeps to claim me for his own!”

Say, does she rave? No. See yon form, with proud and gallant brow,
Bending above her, whisp’ring low, fond word and tender vow:
“Maude, my own love! no spectral form, no phantom’s at thy side,
But thy girlhood’s lover, now returned to claim thee as his bride.”

The story runs that love and youth o’er death the victory won,
And again did Maude, a happy wife, play ‘neath the summer sun,
While the old lord, grateful to the Power that Hengist’s life had spared,
Henceforth in all his children’s bliss, hopes, sorrows, fully shared.

Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
(1829 – 1879)
Maude.
A Ballad Of The Olden Time

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Delphine Lecompte: Vrolijke verwoesting. Gedichten

In Vrolijke verwoesting gaat Delphine Lecompte door waar ze gebleven was en tilt ze haar poëzie naar een volgend niveau.

Andermaal is haar verbeelding grenzeloos, kijkt ze de waanzin recht in de ogen en worden haar gedichten bevolkt door talloze wonderlijke figuren, zoals de bedeesde zeepzieder, de mystieke chrysantenkweker en de analfabetische jongenshoer. En ook dit keer bezit haar droomachtige poëzie een expressieve taalkracht die zo groot is dat het effect betoverend is: wie één zin leest, zal zich niet meer kunnen losmaken uit dit fantastische universum.

Delphine Lecompte (1978) debuteerde in 2004 in het Engels met de roman Kittens in the Boiler, daarna schakelde ze over naar gedichten in haar moedertaal. Voor haar debuutbundel De dieren in mij (2009) ontving ze de C. Buddingh’-prijs en de Prijs voor Letterkunde van de Provincie West-Vlaanderen. In 2015 verscheen Dichter, bokser, koningsdochter, dat genomineerd werd voor de VSB Poëzieprijs. Voor The Best of Delphine Lecompte (2018) selecteerde ze zelf de greatest hits uit haar rijke oeuvre, dat met Vrolijke verwoesting (2019) negen dichtbundels omvat.

‘Wie Lecompte leest weet waarom poëzie een wonder is.’ Menno Wigman

Delphine Lecompte
Vrolijke verwoesting
Gedichten
Nederlands
Paperback
Druk 1
September 2019
168 pagina’s
NUR code 306
EAN 9789403167107
Uitgever De Bezige Bij
€ 21,99

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