MICHAEL MARCH

President of the
Prague Writers’ Festival
Professor of Poetry at
New York University in Prague
Half Pint met the slum goddess of the lower East Side. Her tattoo read:"Opulent poverty, regal indigence.Live in it calmly—be at peace." It recalled Osip Mandelstam—before he was taken away.

„Only a promise"
You fell
through yourself
what was known
the war flickered
in the evening sky
Her hand was warm
what were her words
not for us
not for us

Xenophon
you cried
under the covers
the white ridge
the thinning air
Xenophon
lost forever
that winter
against the snow

Soutine
Our flesh
remains
unsweetened
our souls
depressed
coins
not
the wish
to live
forever
but
to live
beyond
Soutine
When she danced
Pain was not weakness
Light became my bride
Dust the song of hours
When she danced
Just this time
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