David Redmayne - Works
Monday, March 11, 2013
ONE DEPARTS
ONE DEPARTS
or returns
or remains.
If no one cares,
what’s the point
of driving
in traffic
or just sitting here
in shape
trying to get
pissed off at sweet
gentle Joseph Haydn.
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ONE DAY’S LAZY RAIN
ONE DAY’S LAZY RAIN
can be counted on
every cool May
to smash spireas’
brief show
white wet-down
into the green gleaming grass—
and we with somehow sadness
know
we have to wait
another year
for such
a fecund rain.
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OKAY
Okay,
they will clear
the roads soon
and the rigid snow will be gone.
So, tell me
where should
I go
now that I’ve
borrowed
a car?
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OH WELL
OH WELL,
Abi gezeunt. . .
I guess.
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OH MY GOD!
OH MY GOD!
at least
it will be
some thing
to do. . .
to follow
the score
of the Beethoven
Sonata
when we are
left alone
tonight
again.
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OH GOD!
OH GOD!
Let it not be
the aime
that gives me such Wagnerian
flatulence
in this flowery lovely
Gabriel Faure room.
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OBVIOUSLY
OBVIOUSLY
I can’t tell you
everything. . .
and that’s too bad.
Isn’t it?
But
isn’t there
something
you’d like
to know?
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