Corina Karstenberg © Maastricht 2022
Tag Archives: Poetry
The Modern Jungle Of Diversity
13 OctYou’ve said to me we failed
Failed in democracy
The modern jungle of diversity
It was too much for me
But what can we do
Ignoring my existence
As a vague presence of minority
Although, the price of tax
But have no right because of
Because of, despite
My house
My love
And family
Friendly neighbours who don’t judge over me
Schoolteachers who are fond of me
My feet on the ground
Walking in the footsteps
Of my ancestors
Who told me
Don’t be afraid
When times get rough
And this preach of injustice
Arrives at your kitchen
Open your eyes and door, and welcome me
Conquer the hate with love, and be proud of your humanity
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Written by Corina Karstenberg © 2016
Portrait of Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
10 Dec
Drawing made by Corina Karstenberg © 2013
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She rose to His Requirement – dropt
The Playthings of Her Life
To take the honorable Work
Of Woman, and of Wife
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If ought She missed in Her new Day,
Of Amplitude, or Awe
Or first Prospective – Or the Gold
In using, wear away,
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It lay unmentioned – as the Sea
Develope Pearl, and Weed
But only to Himself – be known
The Fathoms they abide
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Poem by Emily Dickinson written in 1924
Lorine Niedecker
20 Jul
Drawing made by Corina Karstenberg ©
Fall
We must pull
the curtains—
we haven’t any
leaves
Lorine Niedecker (1903-1970)
! Jump ! cockroaches ! Jump !
31 MayThey eat your thoughts away
and spit them around
as distracted images of false truth
Reality has fade away
in an empty space of loneliness
by misleading interpretations
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Written by Corina Karstenberg © 2013
Almost eaten by reality
6 JanI walk with my head high up in the air
Every step I take, the force of gravity tries to catch me
Oh my suffering nature
Why are thou hiding deep down inside my body of language
Trying to push and push my face down and down under ground
To blind my eyes from reality
My troubled mind demands
Please, take me up and let me fly high in the sky
Free as a bird
Let me go by the wind
Any way…
Where ever…
Forever
Written by Corina
Time is the substance I am made of
27 MayTime is a river which carries me along, but I am the river
It is a tiger which devours me, but I am the tiger
It is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire
Jorge Luis Borges
You are so Dutch
14 Jan
What a spiritual weather today
My wooden clogs at the backdoor
My headscarf on the peg
I feel so confused
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Wat een geestelijk weer vandaag
Mijn klompen bij de achterdeur
Mijn hoofddoek aan de kapstok
Ik voel mij zo verward
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© Corina Karstenberg
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