dichterliebe 2

...the plan is to draft poems, with all the songs on dry in my ears, along the lines of heine's. do i read german? no. am i well associated with the schumann? again, no. have i listened to dry many times? guess what the answer to that question is. is this a project that could sink a thousand fredric jamesons into fair despair with its pastiche-ischness? why, yes. and what the hell is "along the lines" supposed to stand in for in this case? ah, the questionability.

raucous freshness

that hot concrete,

minute in detail, by turns sharp and smooth,

as if i crawled after your shadow.

i was glad to grovel

in the day's sun, gray almost

in your presence.

i had been hoveled within myself

always. but a hand reached out

of the depth.

it was shaken and pale

and it was mine.

i looked at it. it plunged into

the presence of you as if

into water.

look at the cracks in that road.

palpable almost to the eye

in your light, that blue shadow

edged so deep.

like my joy.

watch this hand shake

with those deep eyes, watch

what you can do

to me.