O Anna Blume (Wondering if it works?)

Translation and slight modifications by perfomance artist Harald Smykla (who performed the reading/performance at' Area 10' Art space in Peckham) To Anna Blume

O you beloved of my twenty-seven senses, I luv ya - you thou thine thee, I you, you me. - We ? That doesn't (casually) belong here. Who are you, uncounted lady ? You are ? - are you ? - People say you would be - let them say, they don't know how the steeple stands. You wear the hat on your feet, and walk on them hands, on the hands you walk. Hello, your red clothes, sawn into white folds. Red do I love Anna Blume, red I luv ya ! You thou thine thee, I you, you me. - We ? That belongs (casually) into the cold embers. Red blossom, red Anna Blume, how do people say ? Prize questions : 1.) Anna Blume has an birdie. 2.) Anna Blume is red 3.) What colour is the birdie ? Blue is the colour of your yellow hair. Red is the whirring of your green bird. You simple girl in your plain dress, you dear green pet, I luv ya - You thou thine thee, I you, you me. - We ? That belongs (casually) into the ember chest. Anna Blume ! Anna , a - n - n - a , I drip your name. Your name drips like soft beef suet. Do you know it, Anna, do you already know? One can read you also from behind , and you, you most magnificent of all, you are from behind as from the front : "a - n - n - a" Beef suet drips caress across my back. Anna Blume , you drippy pet, I luv ya red!