The Windcatcher

                that night
             the spotlight – 
                its pure circle of graded white – 
        revealed to me
                           a windcatcher:
                a brown instrument made of twigs,
                  held together by
                                the hollow piece
                                           of a branch – 
                     kept apart
                              by another
                                       hollow branch segment – 
               Saw the shadow 
                                thrown onto the wall – 
                    saw the gap formed
                                   by these tender twigs
                 A windcatcher, it was
                                   I thought – 
                     a magical instrument
                   sprung from the dreamy
                                         imagination of a child
                              In a wild moment of joy
                           he caught, in the opening
                                   between the twigs
                             a breeze of autumn
                           or a summer’s morning
                                 when a faint wind
                                        stirred the fresh blossoms
                                                   of a rose

Jean-Georges Massart,
EÈnjarig twig, teenwilg, vlier (2009)
12 x 75 cm
 
 
 

               Der Windfaenger

                in jener Nacht
             war's der Scheinwerfer – 
                sein reiner Kreis von gestuftem Weiss – 
        der mir enthuellte 
                           einen Windfaenger :
                ein braunes Instrument gemacht aus Zweigen,
                   zusammengehalten vom
                                hohlen Stueck
                                           eines Zweigs – 
                     auseinandergezwungen
                              von einem andrem
                                       hohlen Zweig-Abschnitt – 
               Ich sah den Schatten ! 
                                geworfen auf die Wand – 
                    Sah die Luecke geformt
                                   von diesen zarten Zweigen.
                 Ein Windfaenger war's
                                   dacht' ich – 
                     ein magisches Instrument
                   das einem Traum entsprang, 
                                         der Imagination eines Kindes.
                              In einem wilden Augenblick der Freude
                           fing er, zwischen der 
                                  Zweige Oeffnung
                             eines Herbstes oder
                           Sommermorgens  Brise ein 
                                 Als ein Windhauch
                                        die jungen Blueten streichelt' – 
                                                   einer Rose