FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff)

Only Sagarmatha Knows (Satis Shroff), a poem by Satis Shroff, Germany

FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff): VENETIAN NOTES II: In Love With Venice (Satis Shro... : VENETIAN NOTES II: Satis Shroff Subtitle: In Love With Venice It was a bright sunny morning when Claudia, Giacomo, Silvana I heade...

VENETIAN NOTES II: Satis Shroff Subtitle: In Love With Venice It was a bright sunny morning when Claudia, Giacomo, Silvana I headed for Italy from Freiburg. The first Swiss town we went through was Basel, which is known for its university and chemical firms near the Swiss-German border. The sky was a cobalt-blue as we sped through the Arisdorf tunnel. In Switzerland you have to go through a lot of tunnels. The Swiss have introduced a vignette system whereby every car has to have a sticker pasted on its windscreen at a cost of 30 Swiss francs annually. The Swiss autobahn (highway) was surrounded by breath-taking scenery, with green pastures and rounded hillocks. In the distance you could see the Alps. As you speed along the well-maintained highway you see picturesque tiny towns and hamlets with their cute church-tops. There are extremely romantic settings ahead as you watch the mountains reaching out to the lake. You see the mountains right in front of your nose with their...

pantoum poem by Satis Shroff: What hope of answer or redress? Behind the veil, behind the veil. (Tennyson) THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS (Satis Shroff) In Venice I stood on the Bridge of Sighs, Thought about the Doge’s palace And the prison beyond the bridge, I was imprisoned in my mind. Thought about the Doge’s palace, In Venice I stood on the Bridge of Sighs, I was imprisoned in my mind, For a life was underway. It was a far better choice I had made, I was imprisoned in my mind. The product of our genes, For a life was underway. I was imprisoned in my mind, Swimming in a small amniotic sea; For a life was underway, I had to say adieu to a love. Swimming in a small amniotic sea, That was not to be. I had to say adieu to a love; Too many verbal battles. That was not to be, Malicious verbal daggers drawn, Why, O why, couldn’t we go asunder, I had to say adieu to a love. Malicious verbal daggers drawn, In Frieden like...

The Poet and the Dancer, a poem by Satis Shroff, Germany

A Lass from a Volcano Isle, a poem by Satis Shroff, Germany

Spring Awakening, a poem by Satis Shroff, Germany