MICHAEL MARCH
Poet
President of the
Prague Writers’ Festival
Half Pint's Goddess
Half Pint met the slum goddess of the lower East Side. Her tattoo read: "Opulent poverty, regal indigence.Live in it calmly—be at peace." It recalled Osip Mandelstam—before he was taken away.
„Only a promise"
You fell
through yourself
what was known
the war flickered
in the evening sky
Her hand was warm
what were her words
not for us
not for us
Xenophon
you cried
under the covers
the white ridge
the thinning air
Xenophon
lost forever
that winter
against the snow
Soutine
Our flesh
remains
unsweetened
our souls
depressed
coins
not
the wish
to live
forever
but
to live
beyond
Soutine
When she danced
Pain was not weakness
Light became my bride
Dust the song of hours
When she danced
Just this time
Further contributions from Michael March on Zeitzug:
- The Dog of Hearts
- The Way Back
- Michael March in conversation with Peter Stephan Jungk
- Michael March in conversation with Arthur Miller
- Michael March in conversation with Hans Magnus Enzensberger
- Michael March talks to Yves Bonnefoy
- Michael March in conversation with Aharon Appelfeld
- Michael March in conversation with Antonín J. Liehm
- Not Casanova - Michel Houellebecq
- Michael March interviewed by Jan Velinger
