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	B.Z. Niditch
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B.Z. Niditch, 14 june 2015

JUNE

It is June;
in the fresh air breeze
off the shore
we sight
as in my visionary dream
all week
as these bountiful trees appear
with its the small grass dunes
seen nearby
from a wooden bridge
when the sun is over us
and the air is clear
and we peek out to see more
of the ocean
at the tourist ships alight
to motion over the high tide
and Jesus is in us,everywhere
what a privilege it is
to worship as You are revealing
the spring to us
in a chorus of green and blue
to see the birch so white
now feeling renewed
and all His earth is bright.

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B.Z. Niditch, 20 april 2015

PLAYING HANDEL

Playing Handel
in my mind and head
playing you
for a month at a time
at the end of the war
hearing the rain
falling like the 1945 nails
of the Cross
on one small corner
of the universe
in sound proof studios
on the ball infields
or by the ocean sands
under a beautiful foreign sun
washed bodies of water
with you swimming out,
your notes not lost in visiting
to honor the righteous
in the concentration camps,
when you feel
like a thousand days
of long suffering,
we can always hear you.

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B.Z. Niditch, 20 april 2015

WHAT IS NATURE

Say to the clouds
give up your rain
to the scaffold
give up your poets
who want to live,
to the grassland
stay back for March
for soccer games
to the dunes
crush the sap of Maple
for your morning pancakes,
by the marshes
have a cup of Bourbon
from Paris here in Warsaw
to remember me by
who will always
be back to the edges
of nature.

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B.Z. Niditch, 20 april 2015

WHEN A NEW VOICE ARRIVES

The sun disquiets
our memory
as a surrealist poet
signs autographs
against the elm
after his urban read
then after a party
in his honor
plays his alto sax
from chapped blinded lips
addressing the eager crowd
on the riverbed peace garden
recounting my a double life
as a poet and musician
asking only
that millstones be created
from language into bread
on a hungry street of fountains
for a surrogate future
making even a lily blush.

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B.Z. Niditch, 20 april 2015

MARCH MUSIC

Shadows fall
near the mirror, coat
and once soiled banner
held on a marathon run
in March
from another time,
wanting to play sax
as my notes dance
in a good mood
vibrating a curious scaling
from our chilled out tones
to sway smooth jazz.

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B.Z. Niditch, 20 april 2015

ON A NEW CHAIR

Someone is whispering to me
about the chaos
of intangible memory
our shadows hidden in Warsaw
by a Milosz library
near a lemony canary in its cage
as seen in the sunshine
at the edge of a wine glass
left to me by grandmother
my guitar standing in silence
near the serene reading room
waiting to be played
by a visiting exiled poet
full of suspicion
murmurs at his own fate.

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B.Z. Niditch, 18 january 2015

ANDRZEJ WAJDA, DIRECTOR

Your Polish films
in black and white
under fascism's history
gave us deeper insight
into hunger, tyranny and misery,
knowing the thunder of war
from our lack and poverty,
that only in such dialogue
have we a brilliant diary,
with a wish again
to be in laughter.

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B.Z. Niditch, 9 january 2015

PERHAPS

(for Tadeusz Konwicki
22 June 1926 – 7 January 2015)

Perhaps watching
the Konwicki film
"Salto"
with Zbigniew Cybulski,
the Polish James Dean,
last night,
brought back
the times
after lectures
when we would sneak
into art theaters
for two foreign films;
then afterwards
how we would lay
on warm blankets
intertwined with
the grass
by the Charles River.

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B.Z. Niditch, 7 january 2015

"IDA," A POLISH FILM

Only if you had been
an adolescent Marxist
in a post revolutionary era
or a later day Christian
after a religious age
has passed you by
at a May Day march of time,
when only children
inspire your absence
from the lost crowd
by the river's edge
alone with your notebook
holding onto a birch branch
with your carved initials
waiting for your lover
or in the silence of a monastery
from a retreat by iron doors
could you expect "Ida"
to surprise you.

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B.Z. Niditch, 7 january 2015

POLISH NEW YEAR

Despairing of fathomless cold
birds wait on the fountain
for rain water over stones
by the war memorial,
two friends from the country
wrapped in leather jackets
sleep in turn after celebrations
of the new year's century's peace
one wakes with a poem
the other turns his back
and finds his lost motorcycle
by a church's stained window.

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Other poems: ANDRZEJ WAJDA PASSES, WATCHING, ASHES, THE CHILD SOLDIERS, FALL BLUES, TWELVE CANDLES, IN MY GARDEN, ON LENGTH OF DAYS, WALDEN POND, SMOOTH JAZZ, THE MOON'S SOLITUDE, SCATTERED TIME, PLAYING CHOPIN, MEETING UP WITH BEATS, MANHATTAN RIFFS, WAITING TO FISH, THE TAXI CAB MAN, TO ROCK THE BOAT, AT THE THEATER, A FUTURE POET, IN A DARK GROVE, T.S. ELIOT AT ROCKPORT, A KID AT THE CHELSEA, AUGUST DOG DAY, MONDRIAN'S UNIVERSE, TELL ME EVERYTHING, IN A TREASURE TROVE, SYLVIA PLATH, THE DISAPPEARED ONE, JUNE NIGHT: 1990, A BALTHUS DREAM, BY THE HOTEL ELEVATOR, AFTER A RUN, AT THE AIRPORT, SOME MAY DAYS, BORGES' LAST EXIT, UP GREEN MOUNTAINS, MARATHON (2) 2000, MARATHON 1990, LET THIS DECEMBER, A WARSAW LETTER, YOUR LYRICS, ALONG HOLLYWOOD BLVD., SZYMBORSKA'S BIRTHDAY, COMMODITY (1943), PEACE, DIEGO VALAZQUEZ, THOMAS HARDY'S DAY, A POET'S REMEDY, ON MEMORIAL DAY, JUNE, PLAYING HANDEL, WHAT IS NATURE, WHEN A NEW VOICE ARRIVES, MARCH MUSIC, ON A NEW CHAIR, ANDRZEJ WAJDA, DIRECTOR, PERHAPS, "IDA," A POLISH FILM, POLISH NEW YEAR, POLISH WINTER, REAL TIME, RECITAL, MARCH BLUES AND BLAHS, RECITAL, ROZYCKI EMERGES, NATURE'S WOODWINDS, SURPRISED, BY THE THIRD PERSON (for Tadeusz Rozewicz), AT THE POLISH DRAWBRIDGE (for TOMASZ ROZYCKI), DRAWING, CZESLAW MILOSZ 'S AUTOGRAPH, RETURN TO WARSAW, POST COSMOS (For Witold Gombrowicz 1904-1969), KATYN FOREST, GOODBYE 20th, OBLIVION, ORIGINAL, ACCOMPLICES, APPOLINAIRE'S ROOM, WARTIME PASSAGE Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012),

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JUNE

PLAYING HANDEL

WHAT IS NATURE

WHEN A NEW VOICE ARRIVES

MARCH MUSIC

ON A NEW CHAIR

ANDRZEJ WAJDA, DIRECTOR

PERHAPS

"IDA," A POLISH FILM

POLISH NEW YEAR

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