Saturday 25 July 2015

A poem from 'Hsieh' by Klaus Høeck

i write poems for
     many reasons part
     ly because i can
not help myself partly out
of vanity but mostly
in order to avoid them
     and thereby achieve
     a temporary
     emptiness that is
not empty (and i’m not jug
gling with the concepts) but pre
cisely full of emptiness

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