Sanatorium Poems - Poems about Sanatorium

...Rendezvous  The youngish woman sitting near the window in the train, looks pale and too slim Stroking her throat, I think she has tuberculosis on her  way to the sanatorium  "The Camelia dame"......Read the rest...

...a short memory There were and still are two airports on the flatland outside of our town, therefore many German soldiers where stationed here. Since roads, and bridges had to be built and mai......Read the rest...

...To lost friends I have opened the window and inhale the summer Some of the cottages I see, made of stone and lime are empty, their owners have gone home to their birthplace, where they died waiting......Read the rest...

...God dwells in the sanctum sanatorium of my heart, Even at death of mortal body he does not depart; Ignorance is not the obstacle that blocks him from me, Reluctance to see him stops me in his pres......Read the rest...

...Let me tell you a story on a midnight journey, To a crematorium, through an undergrowth ferny; At my age between sixteen to seventeen, In nineteen seventy eight; with a dusky scene; A time, whe......Read the rest...

...We faeries were a twitter for our houses were under attack in the crags. Giant hunters had been capturing them, shoving them into bags. Heard scared faeries screaming for help as they were carted o......Read the rest...

...Menage et Trois On the farm, I was sent to when my mother was at home for tuberculosis, I was quite happy, the people on the farm consisted of a middle-aged couple The sister of the wife and ......Read the rest...

...thermometer cold to the touch absent of heat, patron walks behind the taker mirror image, the wall the floors, nothing at all teeth chatter at base of my neck, “You see nothin......Read the rest...

...Sonnets XXV-XXXII Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”) by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch We cannot know the beheaded god nor his eye......Read the rest...

...Sonnets X-XVI Archaischer Torso Apollos (“Archaic Torso of Apollo”) by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch We cannot know the beheaded god nor his eyes'......Read the rest...

...Memories and a farm My mother had tuberculosis and sent to a sanatorium I ended up in a home run by the local town and financed by people who meant well I made life difficult for the staff, a......Read the rest...

...Debacle is not of a noble birth Like debris of steel without a worth A part of life which is so germane And earth remains his prime domain. Debacle is lethal and so uncivil She births grie......Read the rest...

...Layered Cake pt 1 I’ve known many unsavory characters from my home city of Manchester There’s the ex-demolition guy who took a great dislike to me Did he have visions of blowing me up instead of ......Read the rest...

...Searching somewhere beyond sight, For miens and visages propelling into quotidian lives, With smiles,blues and not so much to cry, Swept away every scratch of soul, This wave not seen, not felt, ......Read the rest...

...Come, You by Rainer Maria Rilke loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Come, you--the last one I acknowledge; return-- incurable pain searing this physical mesh. As I burned in t......Read the rest...