Friday, 25 April 2014

Day 644: Aus Einem April


'...everything is turbulent and green..'

You can't beat the energy and verve of the New York School of Poets, especially Frank O'Hara. Here he is with a variation on Rilke's poem of the same title, meaning 'Out of an April.' 


Aus Einem April - Frank O'Hara

We dust the walls.
And of course we are weeping larks
falling all over the heavens with our shoulders clasped
in someone’s armpits, so tightly! and our throats are full.
Haven’t you ever fallen down at Christmas
and didn’t it move everyone who saw you?
isn’t that what the tree means? the pure pleasure
of making weep those whom you cannot move by your flights!
It’s enough to drive one to suicide.
And the rooftops are falling apart like the applause
of rough, long-nailed, intimate, roughened-by-kisses, hands.
Fingers more breathless than a tongue laid upon the lips
in the hour of sunlight, early morning, before the mist rolls
in from the sea; and out there everything is turbulent and green.

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