Peter Nicholson

Australia
(aus: A Temporary Grace, Gedichte, 1991)

Here flanks of sandstone roll above
The cramped ground split; from water came
This Dreaming and the snake's strange stare.
Then deserts brought new loneliness,
After an ochre history,
Silent until our senses clutched
Burnt images whose messages
Slapped back the glare towards the source,
Thought bruised against the monolith.
There each nerve strained its energy
From flesh to word, into the world,
Speech from a glinting continent.

Rezension I Buchbestellung II03 © LYRIKwelt