[New-Poetry] Paul Auster

[Anny Ballardini]

Sent by blacksox to the buffalo:

The poems in Disappearances are concise and hard hitting.

Scribe

The name
never left his lips: he talked himself
into another body: he found his room again
in Babel.

It was written
a flower
falls from his eye
and blooms in a strangers mouth.
A swallow
rhymes with hunger
and cannot leave its egg.

He invents
the orpan in tatters,

he will hold
a small black flag
riddled with winter.

It is spring,
and below his window
he hears
a hundred white stones
turn to raging phlox.

Paul Auster

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I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star! 
Friedrich Nietzsche 
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