an almost accidental gathering of poets
 
   
 
 
Klaus ten Eicken
b. 1947
Gedichte von Klaus ten Eicken
1
To become poetry ...
2
Tamiro deno ...
Desert Morning
Pale moon and red sun ...
Going Home to anay
I’ve been drinking tonight ...
If
If you would only love me ...
Period?
I am ...
Pursuit
The pale-blue hunters ...
Snow blinded
You have these eyes, anay ...
Th Maker of Books
Upon these sheets ...
The Final Assembly
Aluminum lullabies shrieking ...
The Palms Of My Hands Remember Your Waist
Steaming bodies stomp rhythm ...
 
   
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