Monday, July 11, 2022

Frank Bidart

(April  2017)




The War of Vaslav Nijinsky


God was silent.

                          Everything was SILENT.

I lay back down in the snow.

I wanted again to go to sleep, and die . . .

But my BODY did not want to die.
My BODY spoke to me:

There is no answer to your life.
You are insane; or evil.

 

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