Poetry
Winter 1946
Vienna – 1945
Across his piano the pale composer sprawlsInsensible, a great corrupted toadThat was a man alive, appassionata,Who found the music poison and is dead. As if it were a frail belief […]
Poetry
Winter 1946
The Child in the Egg
In conjunction with the forces of darkness, said to be fearful,The child in the egg forever presumes from its motherTime beyond time and itself contained beyondThe blood-bed and the warm […]
Poetry
Winter 1946
Man with a Beard
Like any heretic who interrupts ancestral singingFor a transitory performance, a one night stand,The bearded entertainer put his suitcase downAnd cut the crowd to ribbons in the morning sun. O […]