Germain Droogenbroodt, is an internationally appreciated poet, translator, publisher and promoter of modern international poetry. He wrote short stories and literary reviews, but mainly poetry, so far fourteen poetry books, published in more than 20 countries. He translated – he speaks six languages – more than thirty collections of international poetry. He organizes in Spain cultural events, is vice president of the Academy Mihai Eminescu, organizing the International Poetry Festival Craiova, co-founder and advisor of JUNPA (Japan Universal Poets Association) and founding president of the Spanish cultural foundation ITHACA. His poetry has been awarded a large number of international poetry prizes, including in Italy (Premio de Poesia Don Luigi di Liegro and I colori dell’anima). He is yearly invited to give recitals and conferences at universities and at the most prestigious poetry festivals around the world. He was nominated for the Nobel prize of Literature 2017.
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Snow-white clouds painting themselves
on the azure sky above the sea
forever forming and unforming
pulling themselves slowly
to a somewhere
or a nowhere
who knows.
The word hunter
The morning blows a red glow
in the receding grey of the night
the day awakens with birdsong
and the unveiling of green mountains
carefully the fisherman puts his net
in the rippling water and hopes
the way a word hunter does
as he sets up his trap and waits
for the coming of the poem.
Hieroglyphs
There
where ebb and flood tides
reconcile with each another
the waves write
hieroglyphs in the sand
signs
that can only be deciphered
by the oracle of time.
View from my window in the morning
Two worlds, united by optical illusion:
the grey scaly water’s surface
that seems impenetrable
like a curtain of fog
which weighs on the earth
and spreads over the horizon,
blocking from view, further riddles
so that mystery remains.
Just in front of the water’s edge
and the ochre white of houses
the tin toys of people
hurry in both directions
and leave behind little more
than exhaust fumes and ungranted wishes.
Fishing boats
Glistening blue
the water’s surface
on which two dots float
–fishing boats
their nets
scour the sea-bed
catching fish or litter
the poet also
casts his nets day by day
–not knowing
if the catch will be light
or darkness.
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