The Graduate (day four)

Here is a poem-a-day for day four of national poetry month in the USA. 

The Graduate 

I have lost my way in the sky–now, where?

–Osip Mandelstam

You holy fool, you bird of God.
You drank whole glasses
of police tea without turning black.

I am still warmed by your poems
rising above the frozen breath of the camps, above the smell of dark rye bread cut with sawdust and of people not long for this world.

2 responses to “The Graduate (day four)

  1. Tough terrain to write about, but you’ve touched something real. Keep going.


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