Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
Does an animal have
a sense of itself
To once question
why things are this way
Does it think about freedom
beyond our recall
As it...
Still holding onto yesterday,
tomorrow calls my name
The comfort of what time has blessed,
my life within its frame
Those two...
What do you use
to measure success
Is it gold
or a memory that shines
Your wealth in a bank note
or choices now free
Every moment
—...
All those years,
you didn’t hear me
All those years,
you seemed so sure
All those days,
you laughed it off
All those nights,
I...
Is the end something different
than goodbye
Can death extinguish doubt,
beyond all questions why
Is the melody in parts,
forever sung...