Thursday Morning before Sunrise
Thursday Morning
It’s not that I have
to walk through fescue,
covered with dew,
& drive the cows
to the holding pen.
It’s not that I have
to think about you,
but I do,
& my feelings arouse
again.
It’s not that I have
to read poetry,
as sunshine filters through
the space between the curtains,
but I read Rilke in German.
It’s not that I have
to read Rilke in German; the
English version, too,
is on the opposite page, lurking
like a pastor’s sermon
within that space between us.
I wrote this poem before sunrise this morning. I must have time travelled to tomorrow morning…
wonderful
I also have a rilke with english on the left, german on the right; i can’t read german but I still love to study de words
Maybe we should read–you English–me German to hear de words. Thanks for reading.
Great last line!
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