by Jeffrey Burghauser (March 2019)
Man Walking, Paul Gavarni, 1852-66
An Angel, A Snake
Where the pavery recedes,
Soil’s naked as a nerve.
I walk there, amid my needs,
Causing Earth herself to rave.
What to waive, and what to crave,
Being neither, being both?
Eat like an angel, and starve;
Like a snake, and choke to death.
Ovidiu în exil, Ion Theodorescu-Sion, 1915
No two throes within my life align;
Not even my nemesis is mine.
Having scanned the hall in proud review,
I said, “Dismissed.” But nobody withdrew.
Jeffrey Burghauser is a teacher in Columbus, OH. He was educated at SUNY-Buffalo and the University of Leeds. He currently studies the five-string banjo with a focus on pre-WWII picking styles. A former artist-in-residence at the Arad Arts Project (Israel), his poems have appeared (or are forthcoming) in Appalachian Journal, Fearsome Critters, Iceview, Lehrhaus, and New English Review. Jeffrey’s book-length collection, Real Poems, is available on Amazon and his website is www.jeffreyburghauser.com.
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