Kategorie: Ilona Lay’s Poetry Planet
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Ilona Lay: November
November – the world vanishes behind thick veils of fog. Or is the other way round? Are the veils of fog the real world, which had previously been obscured by the fireworks of life? November November – your breath is rising in the silky branches of the bushes, and your…
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Ilona Lay: All Saints‘ Day
In the milky light of November, things break free from the shackles of their outward appearances. Quietly, a gateway opens onto that other world where the departed souls are at home. All Saints‘ DayThe forest opens up a portal to the sky,crystal stars are twinkling on the branches.The souls float…
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Ilona Lay: Pan in Autumn
We all know that every autumn will eventually be followed by spring again. Yet there is something irreversible about the sense of doom in autumn. It reminds us of the fact that, while life itself recurs eternally, the form it once took disappears irretrievably. Pan in Autumn When all that…
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Ilona Lay: War
War – that means the indiscriminate, mechanised killing of others in order to assert interests that might not even coincide with those killing. This is basically unimaginable. Yet it continues to be part of our reality to this day. War The city throbs like a bursting abscess,the culture’s corset breaks…
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Deadly Humanity
By imposing the death penalty, a society claims the right to commit the greatest conceivable crime in order to atone for a crime. In doing so, it places itself on a par with the criminal. Deadly Humanity The sinful villain – praise be to God! –was stabbed to death by…
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Ilona Lay: October by the Sea
The first autumn storm rides the hissing waves. Shivering, you gaze after a swan spreading its wings over the troubled sea of life as if in a silent blessing. October by the Sea Between the dunesthe wind plucks at the paling blossoms.The waves shriek like breaking iceunder the vagabond’s burning…
