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Kein Lied, aber ein Gedicht, das Ted Kooser bei seinem interessanten „Literarischen Gespräch mit John Prine (John Prine and Ted Kooser (Video-Mitschnitt der Veranstaltung) http://www.loc.gov/today/cyberlc/feature_wdesc.php?rec=3677) vorgetragen hat:
Tattoo
What once was meant to be a statement —
a dripping dagger held in the fist
of a shuddering heart — is now just a bruise
on a bony old shoulder, the spot
where vanity once punched him hard
and the ache lingered on. He looks like
someone you had to reckon with,
strong as a stallion, fast and ornery,
but on this chilly morning, as he walks
between the tables at a yard sale
with the sleeves of his tight black T-shirt
rolled up to show us who he was,
he is only another old man, picking up
broken tools and putting them back,
his heart gone soft and blue with stories.
(from Delights & Shadows, Copper Canyon Press, Port Townsend, WA 2004)
P.S.: Heimito von Doderer hat 1924 übrigens eine Erzählung geschrieben, die „Eine Tätowierte“ heißt.
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