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HEART PIECE (HERZSTÜCK)

by Heiner Müller
(translated from German)

 

ONE:   May I put my heart at your feet?

TWO   As long as you don’t soil my floor.

 

ONE:   My heart is pure.

TWO:  We’ll see to that.

 

ONE:   I can’t get it out.

TWO:  You’d like me to help you?

 

ONE:   If you don’t mind.

TWO:  It is my pleasure.

     I too can’t get it out.

 

ONE:   CRIES.

 

TWO:  I’ll take it out by surgery.

     What do I have a penknife for.

     We’ll get this in a minute.

     To work and not despair.

     Well, it’s done. But this is a brick.

     Your heart is a brick.

 

ONE:   But it beats only for you.

 

LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY,  ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR. JULY 13, 1798

by William Wordsworth
— excerpt

 

My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch

The language of my former heart, and read

My former pleasures in the shooting lights

Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while

May I behold in thee what I was once,

My dear….

CARAMELO

by Sandra Cisneros
— excerpt

 

A dream is a poem the body writes.

Even if we lie to ourselves in the day,

the body is compelled to speak its truth at night.

 

DEAD POETS SOCIETY

 

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

And the human race is filled with passion.

And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits

and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.