Résumé / Michael Kwack

Love is, like art,

dull without passion.

Marriage is, like enterprise,

vain without fortune.

Home is, like a chair,

awkward without comfort.

Life is, like sleep,

hollow without a dream.

Death* is, like a letter,

absurd without a story.

  *Death means suicide.

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A Pilot's Joke / Michael Kwack

Once upon a time, there lived a flying man

Who kept flying on, never thinking of landing...

One day accidentally he had to land

Somewhere, or nowhere, on the sand...

After having lived alone very happily ever after,

He left a poem in the sand when he finally left his land;

Quote,

I used to love sand,

For, where ther...

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Leisurely and alone,

I was wandering in the museum garden.

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Flowers were completely gone,

But deep green summer leaves fully grown,

And on each branch

Small birds all the way chirping:

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Certainly for me a perfect afternoon

To be seated still and calm,

To be lost in poem-reciting!

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But suddenly a wind arose

When a human voice caught my ear,

Saying low ye...

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