This poem is taken from Stand 221, 17(1) March - May 2019.
Four Poems
Translated by John H McGlynn
Translated by John H McGlynn
Fried Egg
—to Sigmar Polke
Only eyes that once tethered
The blue of the sea may weigh
This fragile and trembling shell.
...
—to Sigmar Polke
Only eyes that once tethered
The blue of the sea may weigh
This fragile and trembling shell.
...
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