Author Archives: Ute Kaboolian

I am a Human Being

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

I AM A HUMAN BEING Grapevine and grapes grope for my brain though I don’t drink. It’s all in vain. For I see double and triple to boot, see some of the others and cannot stay mute. I’m Mrs. Messy, … Continue reading →

Posted in Musings | Leave a comment

Das Menschenkind

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

DAS MENSCHENKIND Weinstock and Reben raenkeln sich, um meinen Hirnstamm zaenkeln sich. Hab doch getrunken keinen Wein, muss wohl woanders ein Trinker sein.

Posted in German Language | Leave a comment

Sonderbar

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

SONDERBAR     Im Traume denk ich mir ‘nen Baum. Da steht er schon und ist kein Traum, denn dass ich traeume, weiss ich nicht, derweil ich traeume die Geschicht.

Posted in German Language, Musings | Leave a comment

Fuchs

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

FUCHS FUCHS, DU HAST DIE GANS GESTOHLEN, GIB SIE WIEDER HER. “Meinst Du denn, dass ich alleine hab gestohlen Eins und Eine? Ist die Gans die ganze Welt?”

Posted in German Language, Musings | Leave a comment

Fox

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

F O X In this German children’s song the fox who stole the goose is told that he must give it back, or he will surely lose:

Posted in Musings | Leave a comment

Three Carrots

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

THREE CARROTS English version by the author from the German on 9-3-1993 They were scraping carrots in the pub by the moor, somewhere in Germany, to be sure, when on the first of September ’91, they found these three carrots … Continue reading →

Posted in Musings | Leave a comment

Der Moehrendreiheit

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

Die Moehrendreiheit Beim Moehrenschraapen in der Kneipe am Moor am l. September kamen hervor  drei Moehr’n, eng umschlungen, so wie sie der lieben Erde entrungen, drei Moehren als eine.

Posted in German Language, Musings | Leave a comment

Der Weidliche Weber

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

Der Weidliche Weber Die Trauerweide neigt sich im Wind. Darunter steht traurig und einsam ein Kind.

Posted in German Language, Metaphysical Poetry | Leave a comment

The Willowy Weaver

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

The Willowy Weaver Beneath the weeping willow stands, on tip-toe, reaching up her hands, a little girl, alone and sad feeling bad, but the harm is done. The hem of the willow’s gown is gone. “Woe is me, you beautiful … Continue reading →

Posted in Metaphysical Poetry | Leave a comment

A Vision

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

A Vision My eye, blue-gray and sparkling lens, is wonder-startled ever new. Each moment young, yet eons old, each moment trembles in that bold clear ball.

Posted in Metaphysical Poetry | Leave a comment