David Berman Poems
|1.||Self-Portrait At 28||1/13/2003|
|3.||The Charm Of 5:30||1/13/2003|
|5.||Governors On Sominex||1/13/2003|
|6.||And The Others||1/3/2012|
|11.||The Broken Mirror||1/3/2012|
|12.||End Of The Cruise||1/3/2012|
|14.||Catallus Cx - A Translation||1/3/2012|
Self-Portrait At 28
I know it's a bad title
but I'm giving it to myself as a gift
on a day nearly canceled by sunlight
when the entire hill is approaching
the ideal of Virginia
brochured with goldenrod and loblolly
and I think "at least I have not woken up
with a bloody knife in my hand"
by then having absently wandered
one hundred yards from the house
while still seated in this chair
with my eyes closed.
It is a certain hill
the one I imagine when I hear the word "hill"
and if the apocalypse turns out
to be a world-wide nervous breakdown
if our five billion ...