John Berryman.
The second in a series of poems for National Poetry Month.
SONNETS TO LISE, 113
by
John Berryman
'I didn't see anyone else, I just saw lies.'
Anne Frank remorseful from the grave: ah well,
it was a vision of her mother in Hell,
a payment beforehand for rebellion's seize,
whereby she grew up: springing from her knees
she saw her parents level. I ward your spell
away, and I try hard to look at you level
but that is quite unaccustomed to me, Lise.
Months I lookt up, entranced by you up there
like a Goya ceiling which will not come down,
in swirling clouds, until the end is here.
Tetelestai. We steamed in a freighter from Spain
& I will never see those frescoes again,
nor need to, having memorized your cloudy gown.
NOTE:tetelestai = it is finished (it has kind of a deeper meaning, it is an end with a purpose)My thanks to Angeliki for this information.
Liked this one too, especially this line:…"I will never see those frescoes again,nor need to, having memorized your cloudy gown."
Pam, that's the main reason I decided on this particular poem — those lines I love very much. And the slow freighter from Spain. Let's not forget about the slow freighter from Spain. :p
Sometimes. 😆
You did a post on that didn't you?
:lol:That was a slow freighter to China. Basically the same thing, though.You have a good memory!
I admire people with good memories for some reason.My ex-girlfriend couldn't remember her exact location in space most of the time.
😆