In 1936, a child
in Hitler's Germany,
what did I know about the war in Spain?
Andalusia was a tango
on a wind-up gramophone,
Franco a hero's face in the paper.
No one told me about a poet
for whose sake I might have learned Spanish
bleeding to death on a barren hill.
All I knew of Spain
were those precious imported treats
we splurged on for Christmas.
I remember pulling the sections apart,
lining them up, sucking each one
slowly, so the red sweetness
would last and last --
while I was reading a poem
by a long-dead German poet
in which the woods stood safe
under the moon's milky eye
and the white fog in the meadows
aspired to become lighter than air.
War war war Not a slight leisure Death hill standed on drear Oh; news of blo0d sucking Scribed the poetic pen Rightfully; ...... No leisure of war still It seems won't come the tranquil
An exceptional poem that highlights the view through the eyes of a child that centers on Hitler's Germany. You give the reader an understanding of the ignorance of children and their ability to endure through a crisis. Congratulations on POD. : -)
Nicely composed poem
A wonderful write written through the innocent eyes of childhood memories.
'in which the woods stood safe under the moon's milky eye and the white fog in the meadows aspired to become lighter than air' - loved these concluding lines of the poem.
while I was reading a poem by a long-dead German poet in which the woods stood safe under the moon's milky eye White fog in the meadows. lovely poetic expressions. tony
Childhood! ! ! ! Memories! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This is the power of poetry to take one into its own dreamworld, no matter what age, time or surroundings. Beautiful poem...worthy of member poem place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Love the story that plays out in the mind while reading this fabulous write.