…Words in my mouth are
astonished;
the sky appears
in a space I’d forgotten
was there..
winding stairs in Meissen
Come you, cartoonists,
Hang on a strap with me here
At seven o’clock in the morning
On a Halsted street car.
Take your pencils
And draw these faces.
Streetcar in Vienna
Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the mood
to be a tulip and desire no more
but water, but light, but air.
Yet his nerves rattled blackly, unsubdued,
& suffocation called, dream-whiskey’d pour
sirening.
Spring in Vienna
The garden echoes across the room.
It is fixed in the wall like a mirror
that faces a window behind you
and reflects the shadows.
Spring is coming…
…Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Church in Burkhardswalde
… he missed the small voice of Cleopatra whispering to Liz across the centuries: “You really can rule the world…”
dead window in Leipzig
Drab Habitation of Whom?
Tabernacle or Tomb—
Or Dome of Worm—
Or Porch of Gnome—
Or some Elf’s Catacomb?
Below the Leipzig Book Fair
The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue…
All that was solid melted to air…
My new home
