David Berman Poems
|1.||Catallus Cx - A Translation||1/3/2012|
|2.||End Of The Cruise||1/3/2012|
|3.||And The Others||1/3/2012|
|8.||The Broken Mirror||1/3/2012|
|9.||Governors On Sominex||1/13/2003|
|12.||The Charm Of 5:30||1/13/2003|
|13.||Self-Portrait At 28||1/13/2003|
Walking through a field with my little brother Seth
I pointed to a place where kids had made angels in the snow.
For some reason, I told him that a troop of angels
had been shot and dissolved when they hit the ground.
He asked who had shot them and I said a farmer.
Then we were on the roof of the lake.
The ice looked like a photograph of water.
Why he asked. Why did he shoot them.
I didn't know where I was going with this.
They were on his property, I said.
When it's snowing, the outdoors seem like a room.
Today I traded ...