Some poems from Heptameron by the Danish poet Klaus Høeck

OSpApFpFpA

then i lift

my index finger and

let it point up in

the air – not as

a warning not

so as to point to anything

in particular but as in

a zen-buddhist

koan and the information

is not slow in

coming: it is without

doubt the index finger

of my right hand

OSpApFpFpF

i have never

thought about

what i use

my middle finger for

but now i do so

the first thing

that occurs to me

is that it is

indispensable if

you want to play

a b on the cornet

for then you have to

depress the second piston

OSpApFpFP

i am not quite

clear if the ring

finger was in

volved in schumann’s

experiments with

tying his fingers

together so as to play

certain chords but

i have noticed

that i myself use

it to flick

the ash off my cigarette

from time to time

OSpApFpFpS

a little finger

must stick out it

simply must

stick out as if it

did not have anything

to do with the other

fingers and then it

must have a diamond

ring on – otherwise it

isn’t a little finger

from which i can deduce

that my little finger

isn’t a little finger

OSpApFpFpG

have you ever tried

to pick your

nose with your

thumb? – it’s no

good for doing that

nor is it really

any good for

underlining something

but what a

fingerprint it

can leave behind what a

bruise it can leave on

the petal of a poppy

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