Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I met out by the bridge across the Rhine
a man who introduced himself as Rilke.
He carried with him a substantial flagon of red wine
and offered, with a melancholy smile as well
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He took another look
while she sat there,
by the half-open curtains,
catching the afternoon sun
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The sun got up and saw the moon.
'Why are you out of bed so soon? '
'It is because a moon's required
to light the way when you've retired
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Red roses ripen, fruits for eyes in love
I pick just one, so velvety, dishevelled
and hold you close to stubbles of the past
there is a kinship here, of growth and lust
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A people who
adores its mothers
will travel on a cloud
of high esteem.
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Good-bye my love,
you may not ever know,
that there was not
since Attila the Hun
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You whispered softly,
beguilingly
into my ear.
Such silent music,
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The lift was out, and people walked
down from the thirteenth floor
some also went (but never talked)
upstairs which was a chore.
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Then what are hiders?
Could they be spiders
or backstabbing riders
who cling to the coattails
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You asked if my poetic skills
would be what an emetic fills
namely a basin of foul smelling
regurgitate, there is no telling
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