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Irren
"Maybe that's all I am
But listen to my last word
I take back everything I've said.
With the greatest bitterness in the world
I take back everything I've said."
Nicanor Parra from
"I Take Back Everything I've Said"
A distant scream, primal urgency
Balanced between far away and not
Immediacy, the here and now (there and when?)
The words, what do they really mean?
I am a poet, therefore I lie
I lie in the very vers libre I call poems
And yet, I learn:
To take a word from Auden
Menschlich, German for human
(such an odd juxtaposition)
And yet, I whisper:
"Irren is menschlich"
(To err is human).
My mistake, like hers: trust
To trust in his words, his verse
And as a poet, his lies.
I hear the echoes, the voices in the night
Wet, blanketed screams as rain closes in
And Isadore repeats the lies
Repenting with every gust, every slap:
"Love is a storm, a deadly, deadly wind."
Such is a fitting end.
 
word play in English
But here is a word play in German, I could almost sense the pun, but I did have to research to really understand.
Yes, lunatics are humans.
This is a clever and intelligent poem.
that this is a very
intelligent poem,
extremely well written
and i really enjoyed
reading it.
thanks.
~ J
Very good writing as usual. I think I've missed a couple of your new ones, and now I need to go look them up. :)
I read this several times and each time it got better and better. It's an intelligent poem with many facets. I think it will be with me for a while.