Daniel James Webster

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Black on gold,
It is black on flaxen, summer gold,
As they flex their soft, tarred wings,
Rising like steam
...

The cardinals' hats dangle and turn
In the vaulted air,
Each one above a tomb.
And we must read the floor
...

(From the German of Friedrich Hölderlin)

When I was still a boy
A god often saved me
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Daniel James Webster Biography

I received a B.A. in English Literature from UCLA, and subsequently an MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University. I currently live in Japan, where I work as a lecturer in the English language and English literature. Aside from my own writing, I have published translations of poetry and prose from the German and Russian. One ongoing project that I am working on is translating the work of the (undeservedly) obscure German Expressionist poet Paul Boldt. The English renderings I have done so far can be found at the following trilingual website: http: //www.paul-boldt.de/en/index.html In early 2013, I finished translating a non-fiction book from the German that was a bestseller in Germany and was made into a movie for German TV in 2006. The author and I are now looking for a publisher for this translation in the Anglophone world.)

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Crows

Black on gold,
It is black on flaxen, summer gold,
As they flex their soft, tarred wings,
Rising like steam
Above the warm, blond straw.

They wrap their scaly claws
On stretched metallic strands,
As they survey their realm
With tiny, polished eyes.
Gargoyles of the farmland.

Standing in rows
Against the Kansas sky,
They are like the old women in church,
Stiff, resolute, and a little too proud
For having kept the faith.

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