Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
If there was no one
to believe
would there still
be truth
If there was no one
to tell
would it spoil
the fruit
If there was no one
to...
Language
a slave
to instruction
Music
a much
higher master
Together
they marry
and lyrics are born
To dream
beyond reason
—...
It’s not what
you’re called
But what
you answer to
Your true
voice inside
As questions
renew
It’s not what
you say
But what
you mean...
Festival Of San Fermin
Running the gamble
— living the dream
(Pamplona Spain: July, 1977)
‘Pathway To Hell ...”
Money is to...
Titling a poem
or naming a child
Which process harder
the future beguiled
“A Rose Is A Rose ...”
till maybe it’s not
Called do...