On Elisabeth Langgässer (1896-1950)
by Uwe Carl Diebes
Your daughter of the wind survived, your sweet Anemone,
when Spring arrived, you could again sing songs convincingly;
and though the multiple sclerosis soon would take your life,
the daughter you thought dead appeared post all the horrid strife.
A joy, like that of Nausicaa, had appeared again,
although the ringing of the dead still in your ears remained.
You saw the iron Gorgon’s gleam; you weren’t crushed under it;
but seeing bodies in the Styx, your eyes weren’t innocent.
So when you rode the River Lethe at the very end,
and Pluto snatched you down, how hard was it then to descend?
Uwe Carl Diebes is a poet of Germany. Because she was part Jewish, for twelve years she could not write, and when World War II ended, Elisabeth Langgässer was happily reunited with her daughter Anemone, who had been sent to Auschwitz, but had been saved by the Swedish Red Cross.
(In a Dream)
by Esiad L. Werecub
[He sat on a comfortable library seat…asleep.
Although he had a class to get to, he was very pleased.
And suddenly he woke up (in a dream) and found himself,
between a Scylla and Charybdis; jambed…is what he felt.
Some massive god had wakened him; another peered up close,
arousing him to move along, to shake his idle soul.
Distinctly he recalled, it was 11:22;
already half the class had passed him; what was he to do?
He stood up nigh the gods, his hand still warm from being held,
and then belatedly proceeded, long aft untolled bell.]
Esiad L Werecub
O, you who walk on past his tomb—Cyrene Callimachus—
of Alexandria’s new immigrants, let him discuss;
his father led the armies of his homeland with renown
while he himself sang far beyond the reach of envy’s frown.
He made his tables of the first library catalog,
allowing him to take within the knowledge of a god.
At court, or school, museum too, where’er he may have been,
he saw the rich variety, the multifacetine.
How could he not write on the many topics that he did,
preEratothenes, postStochioical Euclid?
Esiad L. Werecub is a poet of ancient Greece to the modern times.
by “Scribe” El Uwade
Greek Strabo said the ibis was storklike in shape and size,
but picked up garbage from the butcher shops and bakeries.
He noted it was found all over Alexandria,
so full of filth, it was a pest…but had advantages.
The ibis is a waterfowl found on moist riverbanks,
consuming locusts, crickets, water beetles, fish and eggs.
It even eats worms, refuse, carrion, and water snails,
which carry liver parasites, and ugly, rotting scales.
The ibis once was found in Egypt, some were mummified;
and it was even thought as sacred by the purified.
The god of wisdom, knowledge, writing, Thoth was often seen
as ibis-headed in the pantheon mythology.
But now the ibis is extinct throughout Egypt because
swamp drainage and land reclamation killed the ibises;
and like the Ibis that Callimachus wrote long ago,
it vanished with the curse it gave to its polluted foe.
“Scribe” El Uwade is a poet of Egypt from the pharaohs to the modern era.