Wenn zwei Menschen
nebeneinander schweigen
reden ihre Gedanken weiter
miteinander. Es ist eigen.
Das Feinstoffliche ist echt
Du kannst es empfinden
Wenn Du es schaffen würdest
Deinen Verstand zu überwinden.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
Pillows
Made of sorrows
That soften our tomorrows
Today
Feel the pain today
Rest your heart on it, my dear…
One day it will go away
And tomorrow will be here.
Repeat: cry, laugh, cry, play.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
Warten auf mich
Ist warten auf Dich
Und warten an sich
ist tätig sein
Ist mich vergessen
Ist Dich vergessen
Ist beweglich und neugierig und mutig sein.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
Spontaneous swims
The rain fall wins
Desire and disinterest are twins
Sometimes you look and say nothing
Sometimes you say something
And sometimes you try everything.
Whims. Oh, these whims.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
Ich weiß nicht
mit welchen Worten
ich Dir sagen kann
daß ich wortlos bin
Denn wenn ich einfach schweige
dann denkst Du
daß ich einfach nicht reden will
mit Dir.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
In a world of AI, sometimes take the time to write down your own thoughts by yourself, so you don’t forget who you are.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
Many things are granted just one moment
Take it or leave it
If you miss it
You can never again retrieve it.
Sometimes
The moment is very short
A moment, a second, a minute, an hour,
Believe it or not. Did you believe
And deliver
Or did you abort?
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
You will meet people
Without meeting them
You will see people
Without seeing them
You will know people
Without knowing them
And you will leave people
Without leaving them.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
Ich treffe Menschen
Und ich treffe Menschen
Menschen treffen mich
Und Menschen treffen mich
Äußerlich
Und innerlich
Und menschlich.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
Sometimes people don’t realise the enormity
of what they have done until much later.
Somebody hurts the other
And the other hurts another
And this other hurts some other
Who hurts yet another
And the cycle of hurt continues
Until one person decides to take the hurt
And keep it
And not pass it on to any other –
And ends the cycle of hurt.
The enormity of the act
Of starting the cycle of hurt
Is surpassed by the enormity of the act
Of ending the cycle of hurt
Even if neither of them is aware
Of what they did when they did it
But forever and ever
The forgiver is always greater than the avenger
And the lover is always greater than the hater.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 