Jean Arp Poems
- Kaspar Is Dead (Translated by G P Skratz) o god ...
- The Plain I was alone with a chair on a plain Which lost ...
- The Air Is A Root The air is a root. The stones are filled ...
- The Domestic Stones (Fragment) (Translated from the French...
- Sekundenzeiger daß ich als ich ein und zwei ...
- Die Schwalbenhode 1. weh unser guter kaspar ist tot wer ...
- WestÖLiche Rosen 1 die rosen werden an die hüte ...
Jean Arp / Hans Arp was a German-French, or Alsatian, sculptor, painter, poet and abstract artist in other media such as torn and pasted paper.
When Arp spoke in German he referred to himself as "Hans", and when he spoke in French he referred to himself as "Jean". Many people believe that he was born Hans and later changed his name to Jean, but this is not the case.
Arp was born in Strasbourg. The son of a French mother and a German father, he was born during the period following the Franco-Prussian War when the area was known as Alsace-Lorraine (Elsass-Lothringen in German) after it had been returned to Germany by France. ... more »
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Kaspar Is Dead
(Translated by G P Skratz)
o god our kaspar is dead
& now there's no-one to steal away with the burning flag &
snap it every day in the dark cloud's braided hair.
no-one to crank the coffee-mill in the ancient cask.
no-one to conjure idyllic deer from the petrified grocery bag.
no-one to sniff ships umbrellas bee-keepers udders of wind
spindles of ozone no-one to filet the pyramids.
o god god god our good old kaspar is dead. lord lord
kaspar is dead.
heart-broken shark's teeth rattle with grief in the belfry
when we utter his ...