January in Göttingen

A new poem by Jim Dine.

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It’s a new year at the Studio and Jim shares with us a poem of reflection. You can watch Jim recite the poem by following the link at the bottom of this email.

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January in Göttingen

Oranges, Clementines

The racing time of 1000 trees

Shaking their leaves to show

How free immigrants can be if only the auction house would ignore them,

And the others so smart and all knowing,

Castrate the idea of Bonnard and

Ink my hand black

a pink palm swaying in the Florida night

Before breakfast immortality.

without fat & air and feathers-

A simple watchers whim

The one hair left on his forearm—

There is no world like tonite !

Red & angry

The fingers

In the window

No knowledge of the end

Or the latest news—

The poem, describing the state

Of the Zinnias this morning

And with slowness

We target the white legions freezing out the good times.

The vision

Of plants and animals

The end, especially

The end.

There is

slowness, now

Lack of belly present

From old childhood.

variations abound

That’s a lot more specific

The strength in my thighs,

What about pain & stiffness………

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