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B.Z. Niditch, 19 september 2016

THE MOON'S SOLITUDE

In the moon's solitude
waiting to read
new poem sequences
among the last red leaves
waiting to play sax
in the breathing of waves
from a montage of pages
in my impatient mind
outside my window
are stars too embarrassed
by grieving
for the silent woman
a longtime friend, Anna,
who has family in Paris
telling her the only answer
is to love a heart that is light
and she asks me to play
a lucid French piano tune
of her childhood
before she left for America
the Germans invaded
her luminous memory.

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B.Z. Niditch

B.Z. Niditch, 17 september 2016

SCATTERED TIME

On solitary horizons
loosed as days lost
combing through
scattered time
of metamorphosis
with hours to appease
us in a poet's analysis
by stardust fleeting words
on nature's face of it
in a poet's abyss
from a visiting memory
breathing in my initials
by lunar landscapes
telescoped on Maple trees
mulling over Chopin's
waltzes once composed
in another century's breath
losing myself
in a dusk of shadows
out in the French countryside
on a rose garden bench
praying for peace
in an open field of orange
and red leaves
over Monet-like river beds
near the monastery fence
at daybreak's solitary sun
here on meadow fields
of strawberries
gathered in Autumn
when the nascent doves
of Picasso in a reddened sky
fly away South to keep warm
like a runaway adolescent
fleeing parental storms.

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B.Z. Niditch, 17 september 2016

PLAYING CHOPIN

Playing Chopin etudes
under his miniature
on the piano
by my twenty-somethings
with my gestures
disclosing my unshaven years
that spilled out
the lyrical muse
of a musical romanticism
that faintly enfolds us
at my recital on pages
of belated practice
here in a sheltered hall
north of the city harbor
for a poet needs to live
and play by a river
as he needs
the saints of Jesus
reading aloud as a debut
the Romantic music
of my apprenticed verse
from my rustling hands
practicing in three languages
suddenly in the thunder
of my audience's hands
the applause like the wind
was deafening.

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B.Z. Niditch, 17 september 2016

MEETING UP WITH BEATS

There were five of us
who spoke together
after our shielded reading
during a partial sax recital
when time came to a stop
and were translated
to passing glances
in a memorial of the Beats
on a free wielding
rush of our words
by keeping
the lamp burning
at my dancing verse
out in a changing season
of a strong voice
aiming at
swaying at your cool
flirting audience
suddenly inescapable silence
as if to say,
we are taking off
in our night shirts.

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B.Z. Niditch, 17 september 2016

MANHATTAN RIFFS

Wherever a moon is sealed
here for my waiting gig
to play new sax riffs
the street lights shine
on a leafless tree
my girlfriend trembles
shading in
an oil portrait of us
or when fading out of love
watching a silent red sky
having lost hope
by the seaside green
yet composing a jazz solo
among swaying dunes
under a solitary gazebo
from my old telescope
viewing the meteoric stars
above Brighton Beach
when Whitman or Crane
visited the Brooklyn Bridge
those spans between
parental storms
of my own visibility
here in Manhattan
writing in nine circled bars
on this voiceless night
by an unmade bed,
anonymous sunglasses
a live elm
with my initials on it
a comatose clock,
with my name and memory
returning to me.

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B.Z. Niditch, 17 september 2016

WAITING TO FISH

These October mornings
waiting for a line of bass
or any fish to appear
losing no time
on the shore's tall grass
by dawn's dock
in a row boat or kayak
over the motionless shore
on Atlantic's ocean waters
embracing an opening wave
by a back up school
of salmon in a frenzy
then motionless
in an A.M. silence
of too much cool memory
already tasting the filet
fried and cooked
along the sea.

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B.Z. Niditch, 14 september 2016

THE TAXI CAB MAN

The poet asks how much
as his Dutch friend
puts his hand
on the meter
does not dare
to talk about money
at new year's time
they are both tired
and stood up tonight
by their double dates
two bouquets of roses
lie on the front seat,
the poet needs to
study French
in the library
on the back bench
waiting for his exam,
but he will not take
the cab driver away
from his grave yard shift
lasting a life time.

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B.Z. Niditch, 14 september 2016

TO ROCK THE BOAT

To rock the boat over me
knowing an aging poet
is always in exile
shipwrecked on the ocean
or by merely visiting
the company of another.

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B.Z. Niditch, 14 september 2016

AT THE THEATER

Watching
"The Seagull"
with my friends
up in the balcony
with a confessional
love poem
slowly emerging
in my smiling
imagination,
there is no language
that could sabotage
or upstage
the Beat in me
with my sax of a soul
out here
in the provinces
of France
anyway
it is starting to rain
off the islands
and my girl friend
suddenly asks me
for tickets
to see Adele
wondering if our life
merely repeats
the family dialogue
from any generation
in any lyrical play
or musical language
will send me back
to my early childhood
making my thoughts
and aching spirit rise
between two continents.

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B.Z. Niditch, 14 september 2016

A FUTURE POET

Who will wish
to become a poet
is a dreamer
of the surreal
who dresses
in a white suit
and coat of many colors
speaks in dada
from two tongues,
Polish and French
plays hide and seek
by a bench of a monastery
under hidden garden walls
the winds rise up
from the dusty rain
round his eyelids
near the edge
of the shore.

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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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