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Er flog hoch
über den anderen.
Die blieben im Sand
Krebse und Tintenfische.
Er flog höher
als sein Vater, der kunstgewandte
Dädalus.
Federn zupfte die Sonne aus seinen Flügeln.
Tränen aus Wachs tropften aus seinen Flügeln.
Ikarus flog.
Ikarus ging unter.
Ikarus ging unter
hoch über den anderen.
Ernst Jandl (Ikarus legend)

if some nosey body asks ‘well,
is you got a daddy?’
give them the look that
writes ‘fool’ on their face


if that ain’t enough & they
got to say ‘where he at?’
tell em ‘where he be!’


& if they so simple they
faven’t got it yet
& try to stay in your business


to the degree of ‘well,
if he love you then how
come aint here?’
you just sigh


poke your lip out low
ball your hands up
on your hips and let it slip:
‘he loves me where he is’
cause I do
where I am.

Horace Coleman “Poem for a “Divorced” Daughter”
I saw nothing without seeing it, I heard nothing without hearing it, and felt nothing without feeling it. It looked from every star, it smiled in every calm, breathed in every wind, and moved in every storm.
Frederick Douglass in “A Soul in Chains”
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