Love
It rustles through our sleep
Like silk, a delicate gust
Like throbbing blossoms
Opening over us.
And I’m led homewards
On your breath, carried
Through enchanted tales
And sagas long-buried.
And my briar-smile plays
With your primal deep range
And all the earth comes
To nestle in around them.
It rustles through our sleep
Like silk, a delicate gust—
The world-old dream
Blessing both of us.
— Else Lasker-Schüler (1869-1945)
translated by Amelia Gorman
Tags: Amelia Gorman, Else Lasker-Schüler, translation
Introduction to Issue 29 Poetry | Silver Blade Magazine
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[…] As a bonus to celebrate new beginnings into our second dodeca, please enjoy a larger-than-normal slate of great poetry. By way of introduction, I’ll mention a few words about the artwork I had found and manipulated* to give a fair complement to the poems. Sara Backer (Hollis, NH), After the Circus Leaves Bruce Boston (Ocala, FL), Royal Visitation John Grey (Johnston, RI), The Exorcist John Grey (Johnston, RI), During the Depression John Reinhart (Wheat Ridge, CO), The Humaniverse Holly Walrath (Seabrook, TX), Powder Keg Akua Lezli Hope (Corning, NY), Lost Streets Fabiyas M V (Kerala, India), My Mom and Her Home Denny E. Marshall (Lincoln, NE), Quark Sample John Reinhart (Wheat Ridge, CO), angels dream up the wildest excuses Else Lasker-Schüler/Amelia Gorman (translator) (Minneapolis, MN), Sphinx Else Lasker-Schüler/Amelia Gorman (translator) (Minneapolis, MN), Love […]