Charlotte Ueckert

(Germany)

HOW LANGUAGE IS FUNCTIONING?

At twilight the beeeaters are coming

With pointed screams

They sail sharply under the buildup of clouds

Into the narrow lanes almost

Into the windows and around my ears

So small flutering

In a charming cut

Playing children who want a smile

And force me out of dieing away (muteness)

To words

THE POEMS OF THE LAST DAYS

Were lived

After this letters run into my ears

Soft voices of birds

Which sing the rain behind

Poetry of loftiness (superiority)

Over a misty valley

THE VALLEY DETERMINES ALL

Out of the depth there come vegetable

And wild fruits also birds

Up to the roofs

Sheep are grazing and broozing the brook

To the bottom and men drop down

To hunt early in the evening

I’m looking how glooming lights from above are

Eating the wood and now starts

The shouting Höj Höj the barking

For the wild pigs and the crashes

And then the men are coming back and

Want to be admired all real men

Who know nothing for sure

About women

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Charlotte Ueckert studied literature, psychology and art history and worked as a research associate at the University of Hamburg in the fields of literature and postwar exile literature. Various teaching and lecturing at universities, colleges…