Showing posts with label Siegmar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Siegmar. Show all posts

Thursday, December 1, 2016

TEAPOT



Two old people are talking on film
For all the world as if they were living still.
Siegmar reads poetry, his fine voice
Grown reedy with age. Lois listens, then says
That in China, where poetry is chanted. you see
People walking by, chanting to themselves.
The camera pans around the room –
Wall hangings, a lamp, some pictures
A blue teapot; mismatched salt and pepper shakers
(The salt tall and tapering, the pepper short and fluted,
Their tops dented from many years of use.)
Lois gently runs a finger over the teapot
Whose shape calls for just such treatment.
Who would think I could so miss a salt shaker
Or need to bid a teapot a long farewell?

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

AESRED POEMS



FOR SIEGMAR

His back straight
The young soldier
Hears every word
Of the pretty actress.

OCTOBER 1

Tomorrow, my father will be born
As he is each year on that day
(Somewhere, it is always 1926.)
Max, his father, will greet him
"Hokay-hey," he'll say (my dad
Will always remember hokay-hey --
The borderland where joy
Trysts with resignation )
"That makes nine of you;
We'll borrow a bat, some mitts,
And chellenge the Dodgers."