This poem is taken from PN Review 272, Volume 49 Number 6, July - August 2023.
Eight PoemsTranslated from the German by Jamie Osborn
Apropos Mr Goselmanu
So, I’m his cat, renowned
Right back to the Egyptians
For bringing blood
Pressure down, and
Once the old man saw
How things stood for his soul’s rest
He first of all
Withdrew from sleep
Then the crafty bastard
Plunged me into the river, deep
In a bottle of
Sugarglass and
Hallucinogens. I diligently licked
Substance – the effect
Was: Darwin
Bit my claws off
...
So, I’m his cat, renowned
Right back to the Egyptians
For bringing blood
Pressure down, and
Once the old man saw
How things stood for his soul’s rest
He first of all
Withdrew from sleep
Then the crafty bastard
Plunged me into the river, deep
In a bottle of
Sugarglass and
Hallucinogens. I diligently licked
Substance – the effect
Was: Darwin
Bit my claws off
...
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