Palmenhaus / Palm House

Bright red koi fish coming out from underneath curved green bridge across pond

250 poems!


Palmenhaus am Wolfsweg –
Palm House at Wolves Lane

Huge banana leaf, bright green above bright green bridgeSattgrüne Segel,
wölben sich die Palmblätter
hier im Gewächshaus.

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Green sails, filled with light,
with sap, the palm leaves billow
here in the greenhouse.

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Tiny waterfall behind little red bridgeBlütentrompeten
antworten dem Wasserfall:
Kannst du’s vernehmen?

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The flutes of flowers
answering the waterfall:
can you perceive it?

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Turtle in pond under palm-trees

Dieser Tümpel ist
dem Schöpfer ein Tropfen,
der Schildkröte die Welt.

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This round pond is
a drop to the Creator,
the world to the turtle.

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Two koi fish in bright yellow and bright orange; dark water reflecting white sky and structure of glass-houseIm schwarzen Wasser
das Spiegelspiel des Himmels,
der Blitz des Goldfischs.

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In the black water
quivering of heavens,
lightning of a goldfish.

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Birght red koi fish coming out from underneath curved green bridge across pondAus nachtgleichem Naß
unter der grünen Brücke
schießt der rote Fisch.

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From the night-like wet,
from under the bright-green bridge
the red fish shoots out.

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Photographs: Christina Egan © 2013
German texts: Christina Egan © 2014
English texts: Christina Egan © 2015

February Sparks

February Sparks
(February Haiku)

Grey on grey the street…
Lightning strikes – the sun reflected
in a windscreen.

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Stalks thrusting upwards
like spears with golden points:
armies of daffodils.

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The crocus carpet
is being woven for us
by day and by night.

Christina Egan © 2014 

I wrote these haiku, and am posting them, at the hardest time of the year: when cold and darkness have used up our reserves and spring has not arrived yet. However, bright signals of light and life surround us!

Sommergewitter am Meer

Sommergewitter am Meer

Das Meer lag wie ein Teppich,
die Sonne sank mit Prunk.
Die Nacht fiel lau und lieblich,
der Mond stieg stolz und rund.

Der Himmel rührt das Wasser
und zaust den Wald – und jetzt –
ein Tropfen, Klopfen, Prasseln –
und jetzt – der erste Blitz!

Doch in die wilden Zacken,
Licht sonder Maß und Zahl,
dreht eine Leuchtturmfackel
den stillen breiten Strahl.

Christina Egan © 2015

This composition of bright moonshine, wild lightning,
and flashing lighthouse fire recalls the Darß (Darss) at
the very edge of Germany.

You can find more verse on the Baltic Sea in summer
at ostseeschlaflied and Midsummernight Far North,
and when you type ‘Darss’ into the search box.