Robert B. Shaw

Other Eyes: Hurricane’s

Poems

• 1 Back Again | Translations: de
• 2 “Odi et Amo”? | Translations: de
• 3 Anthology Piece | Translations: de
• 4 The Future Perfect | Translations: de
• 5 Other Eyes: Potato’s | Translations: de
• 6 Other Eyes: Peacock’s | Translations: de
• 7 Other Eyes: Hurricane’s | Translations: de
• 8 Other Eyes: Daisy | Translations: de
• 9 To his Pulse
• 10 Night Lights

Language: english

Translations: german (Andere Augen: Des Hurrikans)

Other Eyes: Hurricane’s

Everything has a center. This is yours:
here, after all those savage slamming doors,

your inner sanctum of dumbfounding quiet,
turning a blind eye to winds at riot.

Seeing’s believing. Glimpsing void, we guess
that mayhem is a mask for emptiness.

Translations:

Language: german

Andere Augen: Des Hurrikans

Ein jedes hat sein Zentrum. Deins ist hier:
Nach all dem Türenschlagen, wild und wirr,

Ist deine Krypta überraschend still,
Die vom Krawall der Winde wegsehn will.

Man sieht, man glaubt. Der Leere angesichts:
Die Hölle ist die Maske für das Nichts.

Robert B. Shaw

* 16.07.1947, United States
lives in: , United States

Robert B. Shaw was born in 1947. He is a professor of English at Mount Holyoke College. He writes frequently on modern and contemporary poetry, for instance on John Donne and George Herbert. He is currently writing a book on the history and use of blank verse.

His poems and articles appear frequently in American and British magazines.

His own books of poems include Below the Surface and Solving for X, which won him the Hollis Summers Poetry Prize.

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