by Jeffrey Burghauser (February 2020)
Alpküche, Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, 1918
Not That It Does Me Much Good
I have learnt that an apartment can’t
Quite be yours till filled with the décor
Of your problems. Later griefs would grant
Sequel principals. For instance, your
Workplace is a Where you cannot lay
Claim to till you’ve known the queasy grey
Of returning, having rushed away
For some family emergency.
Once, I boasted no idea (in love,
As the sun descended in its spite)
Whether I enjoyed a spasm of
Real bewilderment or of delight.
Well, the difference is clear to me.
Bay on the Coast of Fehmarn, Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, 1913
The sea is a quilt unfurled
Over Earth’s unsteady knee.
Every man is lent the world
(All the wiser men agree)
I’ve been lent it, though, in fact,
Only sleep can integrate
An entire day’s fresh re-
Mórses into some self-hate
Till I undertake to cross
The uncivil, various,
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