Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- Saving
- Out of this World
- Observatory
- Zentralfriedhof
- How to Remember
- Europe
- What's Gone Blue
- Plain Tongues
- As the Crow Flies the Sun Rips Day Open
- Boy
- The Roof
- Eva Braun in Linz
- Yellow
- My Girl in California
- St Peter
- The Soldiers
- Palace
- Outside Vienna
- Neutral Air
- Woman
- How to Forget
- The Sound
- In Time
- The Lever
- Fourteen Mistakes
- The Fall
- The Hold I Have
- Centre Strange
- Born Breathing
- The Heads
- Home
- Epilogue
- Maker
- Acknowledgements
Eva Braun in Linz
- Frontmatter
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Contents
- Saving
- Out of this World
- Observatory
- Zentralfriedhof
- How to Remember
- Europe
- What's Gone Blue
- Plain Tongues
- As the Crow Flies the Sun Rips Day Open
- Boy
- The Roof
- Eva Braun in Linz
- Yellow
- My Girl in California
- St Peter
- The Soldiers
- Palace
- Outside Vienna
- Neutral Air
- Woman
- How to Forget
- The Sound
- In Time
- The Lever
- Fourteen Mistakes
- The Fall
- The Hold I Have
- Centre Strange
- Born Breathing
- The Heads
- Home
- Epilogue
- Maker
- Acknowledgements
Summary
Last sun's got that gold,
need not wrestle.
Lazes with a patience, a way that knows language
is a diagram of sound, and violence
can be gentle.
Of course she didn't come here
but it's her I think of, throwing her head back
on a balcony, to flaunt her laugh in colour
for the camera –
as I pass farms, industrial areas, reservoirs –
a small town
with one church at its centre,
the beaten down straw, the neatly ploughed lines
tunnels black as you'd hope for.
Auden's disowned poem says Find
what occurred at Linz
so I watch for the billowing imago
I watch for the camp he ordered made
where they tested
what the body, what the mind
could stand – and did you know
he planned to return here?
It was to be his mausoleum?
Leafless trees black out the hill
like a man with a dark head of hair
unbalding. A man with a dark head
who came from here, where the bells chime
and the stones still stand
and the horses shake their heads.
Are we sorry they set her up with him?
Would she have preferred to stay nameless, live longer,
or to be one of the ones who blinked
when a bomb hit a building, for her body,
along with the others, to begone?
Instead, for her, the Berlin bunker,
where he held
a massive model of this very city.
Last sun catches lines
made in fields by machines
after the houses have fallen
in shade
until I can see cyanide in bare trees, in tunnels,
I see so many eyelids flipping open, shut.
Last splash of cloud bleeds gold, turns dull
save one last river where the trees haunt the light.
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- Nowhere Nearer , pp. 17 - 19Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2018