John Koethe

(1945 / San Diego)

John Koethe Poems

1. A Perfume 1/20/2003
2. Creation Myths 5/26/2015
3. What The Stars Meant 12/24/2015
4. Below the Coast 12/26/2016
5. Book X 12/26/2016
6. The Constant Voice 12/26/2016
7. Domes 12/26/2016
8. Early Morning in Milwaukee 12/26/2016
9. Falling Water 12/26/2016
10. In the Park 12/26/2016
11. The Late Wisconsin Spring 12/26/2016
12. Like Gods 12/26/2016
13. Ninety-Fifth Street 12/26/2016
14. North Point North 12/26/2016
15. The Perfect Life 12/26/2016
16. Picture of Little Letters 12/26/2016
17. A Private Singularity 12/26/2016
18. The Proximate Shore 12/26/2016
19. Venetian Coda 12/26/2016
20. Vicarious Melancholia 12/26/2016
21. E.H. 12/26/2016
22. The Bean House 12/26/2016
23. This is Lagos 12/26/2016
24. Chester 12/26/2016
25. Fear of the Future 12/26/2016
26. The Yacht Clubs 12/26/2016
27. Sally's Hair 12/26/2016
28. Hackett Avenue 12/26/2016
29. From the Porch 12/26/2016
30. Y2K (1933) 12/26/2016
31. Un Autre Monde 12/26/2016
32. Partial Clearance 12/26/2016
33. Gil's Cafe 12/26/2016
34. In Italy - 1. Hotel Solferino for Henri Cole 12/26/2016
35. In Italy - 2. Expulsion from the Garden 12/26/2016
36. In Italy - 3. Duomo 12/26/2016
37. Clouds 12/26/2016

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Clouds

I love the insulation of strange cities:
Living in your head, the routines of home
Becoming more and more remote,
Alone and floating through the streets
As through the sky, anonymous and languageless
Here at the epicenter of three wars. Yesterday
I took the S-Bahn into town again
To see the Kiefer in the Neue Nationalgalerie,
A burned out field with smoke still rising from the furrows
In a landscape scarred with traces of humanity
At its most brutal, and yet for all that, traces of humanity.
What makes this world so frightening? In the end
What terrifies me...

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Below the Coast

A clumsy hillock
Unmolded like a cake on the meadow
In the Laguna Mountains. Tough yellow-green grass growing up to a tree
As thick as a tooth. In winter, on the road from San Diego,
Thousands of cars crawl up to the snow
And their passengers get out to investigate it
And then drive, discoursing, back home. And that's California,
Solemnly discharging its responsibilities.

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