SEPTEMBER RAIN
for Dieter M. Gräf
Past autobahn construction sites,
threats
of traffic. Past television
towers
atop Hessian hills. Past
buzzards
soaring between sudden
showers,
kestrels hovering over
prey,
flocks of starlings
descending
into roadside trees. Past a freshly
plowed
field of crows. Through the
cloud
of spray from asphalt. Through
slaps
of rain from overpasses. Past
airplanes
starting and landing over the
skyscrapers
of Frankfurt. Everything standing, even
ruined
medieval castles perched
strategically
on the passing bluffs.
Passed
by a car from Cologne — how the cathedral
withstood
and withstood the air
raids.
The rain
clears;
soon we'll be home, safe as
towers.
— 16-17 September 2001
4 comments:
Enjoyed this, nice upending of the idiom. As Heaney said (in his own 9/11 poem), anything can happen, which is I guess what every poem in this vein ultimately comes down/up to.
Comes up against, as well.
Yes.
I got to your blog in a search for curse poems. But this is one of the best 9/11 poems I've seen--thanks.
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