Two Poems
Scardanelli Speaks Can you hear, will you comprehend, if I speak to you of my long, grieving sickness?—Friedrich Hölderlin How can I sing to you, Diotima, without wineand the muted piano freezing me with gestures.How can I describe, through their cadences, your slow ceremoniesif I cannot drink you from my cup,if you don’t choke rowdily […]