Gastautor Amy Antin: Monika von Starck

Bild: Monika v. Starck

 

Who are these multitudes who press into the weave,

And though I’ve asked them to, they will not leave?

What waves have gathered up as if against my will,

Although I dream of love and daffodils?

These are my hands, this is my room

And I command,  the sun at noon,

But when the light has sunken low,

What’s happened here---I do not know.

Whose eyes stare back at me as if they were my own?

In only hours, they’ve made themselves at home—

While naked bodies bend to tubes and strange machines:

I can account for them no more than dreams…

These are my hands, this is my brush

And I command the pressure and touch,

But when the river starts to flow,

Whose hands are these—I do not know.

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I found the table set, with coffee cups and plates,

The finest chocolates and colored cakes—

We talked for hours on end of Art and Mystery

And when I left, that river followed me;

These are my hands and my guitar,

And I command the sounds that are,

But when a song hangs in the air---

I cannot say who put it there.

 

song und text: amy antin

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