Sunday, October 10, 2010

The first anniversary is paper

First poems, Rainer Maria Rilke
Understand, I'll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale stars rising, blooming over the oaks.
I'll pursue solitary pathways 
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.

This is just to say, william Carlos Williams
I have eaten 
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which 
you were probably 
saving for breakfast.
Forgive me
they were so delicious
so sweet
and so cold.