August 01, 2008

Dutch Hunger winter 1944

“Of course I didn't realize that because of my psychiatric illnesses, I would never experience "the translucence of first spring."

By nine o’clock, walking against a Holland sky, reciting poems:
Iron fixed things.
Lord make me a magazine centerfold of a girl guide not the child on the March of Dimes Poster.

But God doesn’t listen to us:
By nine o-clock
Bone defined things.

More radiation
on our faces
Beyond dissolving.

Fasten Ruined cities the most photogenic
Icon of war’s pity.
          Lost railroads, factories, schools, temples, city halls. All.

—Lynn Strongin

Posted by dwaber at August 1, 2008 02:42 PM