The problem is not how to find your way among the maze of yellow network
to catch the right bus to Nordre Fasanvej, but the precision of time consciousness
where the invisible clock sits like a tyrant
grinning and always smacking at you to hurry up,
4. THE PICTURE ON THE WALL (To my Wife)
What is this picture doing here?
--That fair image of rural beauty
I had wanted to write a poem
With a pun for fun,
But the theme will not come,
So the rhythm will not thrum,
I was not sleeping, but I was dreaming.
I stood alone when winter came sweeping;
It was terrible and cold, I shivered;
I stood confused, not knowing what to do;
You came with me half the way,
But you did not complete your goodbye;
And your farewell message was choked mid-way
So you promised to continue with me
(Granddad, tell the tale!
Tell the tale once again!)
Once upon a time,
I saw my father's ghost before his death
When the scholarship letter was received
By the self-styled deserted husband aggrieved;
Who scored a trump card in his promiscuous mirth.