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- Uwe Kolbe is one of the major German poets of his generation. Both part of the dissident scene in East Germany and at the same time fiercely independent, he early on reworked literary tradi-tion, detailed observation, and personal experience into poems that clearly express his own poetic vision in a distinct voice.
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Poet. Uwe Kolbe. (Germany, 1957) Biography. Uwe Kolbe is from Prenzlauer Berg, the GDR-Bohemian quarter of literature, rock-music, art, performance, and self-styled eccentrics.
Uwe Kolbe was born on October 17th, 1957 in East Berlin; his father was a sailor on the inland waterways. After graduating from high school and completing military service, he managed to get by with an assortment of odd jobs.
Nov 2, 2009 · To Awaken with Her. By Uwe Kolbe. Translated from German by Anne Posten. November 2, 2009. Published in Twenty Years After: Germany Then and Now. Germany. To awaken with her, this dream. to begin days, days full and ripe. whose mornings already pour gold. just like this one, this, on which I dream, and say to the gold in my window,
Hymn It is difficult to discern which poem by Uwe Kolbe is the most ironic. His original German “Hymne” certainly is among the top contenders in this category. “Hymne,” at first sight, means “Hymn” in English, but it also may refer to a country’s national anthem.
- Louise Stoehr
As opposed to the literary playfulness or language games of some of his contemporaries, Kolbe has placed himself in the tradition of the seemingly simple image right from the start. He constructs scenes which at first appear to be simple, but upon closer inspectio...
Five Poems from Born Into by Uwe Kolbe. Louise Stoehr. 2019, Transference. See Full PDF Download PDF. See Full PDF Download PDF. Related Papers. Transference.
English Original language. Sofia: a Psalm. for Mirela Ivanova. And always a dog lies very flat on the footpath. And always a cat pads about on the second-floor sill. And always heroes, saints and emperors posturing in the park. And always the traffic, a murderous mob in an avalanche of metal,
