Lovers, if they knew how, might utter
strange things in night air. Since it seems
eveything hides us.
R.M. Rilke, Second Duino Elegy (Tr. Kline)
When she was a child she made faces
Whenever they took photographs
Already knowing that she was
At grave odds with the world
Hearing the loud machinery
Outside the levelling of the choir
At 12 years old reading Nietzsche
Tossing that aside for Rilke at 14
Then the Japanese Zen cases later
Other mystics social astrophysics
Not waiting around the silent library
For knowledge at the end of the world
Accidents come after painting & music
Poetry and the men came after that
I place my hand on her shoulder
She spits and shivers like a cat.
© 2011 Rob Schackne
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