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	B.Z. Niditch
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B.Z. Niditch, 12 october 2016

ANDRZEJ WAJDA PASSES

We remember your films
"Ashes and Diamonds"
"Kanal," "A Generation"
"Danton," "Man of Marble"
and more;
we will not forget
your historic movies,
nor the patriotism
of a life affirmed
in a ragtag century
of Auschwitz and the Gulag,
that poetry will choose life
in spite of the Nazis,
and the Communism of the Soviets;
we will plant red poppies
on the solitary grave
of a Resistance fighter,
wishing a solidarity of peace
for a new generation,
with your films still shown
to our own underground.

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B.Z. Niditch, 24 september 2016

WATCHING

Watching from a telescope
heights of stars
after my bicycle ride
rests along the Bay
meeting a lost sailor
who caught yellow jack
in islands far from home
here at a frozen shore
ice fishing in a few holes
that he plummets
in halting waves
on waters
at the home harbor anchors
rescuing my orange kayak
still anchored for the spring
as a Canadian robin appears
along the shore.

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B.Z. Niditch, 24 september 2016

ASHES

"Have a nice day"
say the living neighbors
who do not envy the lost
as news reports
on victims ashes
in Europe and Asia
cannot speak or reply
to the unthinkable
in an absence of gazes
from tiny snapshots
ex camera
in a former life
concealed among caves
and white stones
along the beach
your luminous eyes
cannot hide ourselves
on the unspeakable.

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B.Z. Niditch, 24 september 2016

THE CHILD SOLDIERS

The child soldiers
smile and gaze
in a nightmare
as your furniture
and personal pictures
are being removed,
then you are taken away,
there are few
photos of you left
bathing on the sea
or up on skis
or on a white mountain
vacation,
no one to greet you
in the city market
without any fruit
or vegetables
in a time of war
reporters visit
after the horror
who now stare
at your losses.

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B.Z. Niditch, 24 september 2016

FALL BLUES

A Beat poet
cooped up like a canary
in a New England winter
tired of TV. screens
and faded old films
clouded over
his bloodshot eyes
wanting to be a runaway
or a Rimbaud
here in Vermont
a red French wine
takes out his sax
to play riffs
along the Green Mountains
yet afraid to be
terrorized from a water bed
abandoned from home
and his made up
spiritual exercises
with a crusade
against his lost friend
shows me her balancing act
in his disturbed universe
by throwing a football
from the Patriots
telling her a Chinese proverb,
"Tension is who you think
you should be, relaxation
is who you are."

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B.Z. Niditch, 24 september 2016

TWELVE CANDLES

Riding on my bicycle
with a broken right arm
and break in shoulder
after soccer practice
hurting from
a bully's wound
in days of Mercurochrome
still smarting on your body
of thought when left
with a shadow of memory
yet your anger smolder
over a first leather jacket
from your birthday party
after seeing
a James Dean movie
here on an Autumn day
you walk with a free ticket
to the Cape Ann museum
a pug on the sidewalk
accompanies you
with a Van Gogh postcard
from your Dutch uncle
still intact
in your side pocket
broken sunglasses
from today assaults
of an insensate encounter
you climb up
the art house steps
waiting to visit the moderns
taking out your oils,
notebook and poet's pen
unwilling to take any blame
for being an origin

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B.Z. Niditch, 19 september 2016

IN MY GARDEN

Six outgrown petals
in a corsage
of last summer rose
not forgotten by time
a first woodland love
by wandering days
over my album leafs
page of my poems
in mute muse and stone by
the waiting hedges of vines
by yellow hyacinth groves
I'm in a Fall blue blazer
with apple scents
in faint trills
from my sax
playing in my backyard
along wind swept trees
along the home harbor Bay
by dangling shadows
of now ripened raspberries
on my walking path
holding my life within.

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B.Z. Niditch, 19 september 2016

ON LENGTH OF DAYS

Words fall on me
on length of days
with the same pulse
of verse
as on my kayak
rolling on the bluest sea
on unexpected hours
or trekking
over back roads
watching cardinals sing
over Jacob's ladders
in an open language
of seasonal herons
climbing on mountains
a woman in red high heels
tells me she has lost
her tourist visa
and passport
on the last ship at eventide
holds my matches
on the sandy coast
for a neon campfire
near my hammock
out in the neighborhood
under the town's light
hearing my sax sonata
in the white deserted sand
my words wash over you
with a butterfly net
at the freshly
painted gazebo
by the lighthouse
luminosity
in wonder
of woodwinds
over blanket
quilts of love.

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B.Z. Niditch, 19 september 2016

WALDEN POND

On the Concord river
we sail my kayak
in denims
by a swarming
nest of hornets
a fawn is rustling by trees
we're spreading
lines of Thoreau
at my students
orientation
wishing to hold
the hands of language
flashing love and nature
by first circles of light
with a glow
in companions
breathing hard
in a marathon
from grassy hills and dunes
under dry orange leaves
as new Fall acorns drop
we run into shadowy strides
as a horse back rider waves
to us down hills
of open songs
over Walden Pond trails
by breezy gestures
of the wind.

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B.Z. Niditch, 19 september 2016

SMOOTH JAZZ

Smooth jazz playing
at a natural good night
for my last gig
buried over
quarter notes
drowning in
poetry pockets of sax
asked to play
at a birthday party
warmed by wood stoves
in a Fall midnight hour
watching a bird
through windows
chirping under trembling oaks
in the soft showery rain
the whole length of hours
remembering
the French onion soup
and vanilla pancakes
on the fire near
the floorboards
to watch dancing
and propose
a toast that persuades you
that the thirst
and hunger
of our menu wheelhouse
is perfectly arranged.

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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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ANDRZEJ WAJDA PASSES

WATCHING

ASHES

THE CHILD SOLDIERS

FALL BLUES

TWELVE CANDLES

IN MY GARDEN

ON LENGTH OF DAYS

WALDEN POND

SMOOTH JAZZ

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