It’s out of fashion, out of time
to speak in stanzas, speak in rhyme.
Today the poets write in prose -
obscurity in overdose.
Hermetic phrases are sublime
and clarity’s an evil crime.
Vulgarities in strange excess
create an infinite regress
of taboo-breaking word balloons
in isolating verse-cocoons.
This modern lyric is not whole
and communication’s not the goal.
The poets shoot their shocking shells
and poems are like prison cells.
Oh modern times, you are so cruel-
I much prefer the older school
when beauty was still up to date
and poetry was more than great.
Gefühlsduseleien
Ein Tag brachte Enttäuschungen.
Gescheiterte Versuche,
warfen kalten Schnee auf die Gedanken.
Träume sprangen aus den Wolken,
sie brachen sich beinahe das Genick,
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