Munich Revisited (a poem)
Silberg, Francis Barry
MUNICH REVISITED FRANCIS BARRY SILBERG What stories shall I tell of you? That you were the father he never knew, The lover of my youth, The fair linen of sinew striking blows against Odin? How...
...I will remember you in the quiet moments Before a paling sun sets on Jerusalem— Cocking your head, Cocking the weapon awaiting your son...
...I will remember you in the simple trope of peace We pray in agony, In the loping stride of the son you never saw— Catching glimpses of his father against the blanched Slopes of our lives...
...I will remember you in the sun On a knee, smiling for me...
...The slashing of muscle, The determined concentration to excel at games They played at Masada...
...Pass by my love...
...One of so many more, The foray of a reprobated world, A tragedy of peers...
...My delight in your exhausted body Beading, pouring off the life of a thousand glands...
...Pass quietly through the ragged prophet's fingers, Or I shall weep beyond my measure Before the paling sun sets on Jerusalem...
...How shall I capture you for lessons...
Vol. 6 • July 1981 • No. 7
