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BACK Since 1996 Volume XXI Taylor Graham
SCHAFFUNG
You sent me that poem, knowing I
have
some German, some sheep, some
poetry; a German
poem about sheep,
Schafe. And just now
my small flock, led by Sophie the
con-artist,
passes by my window nibbling
what’s left of spring grass and
forbs.
She takes a little bite (ein
Bisschen, like my
bisschen Deutsch)
with those clever front teeth,
greens protruding from lips as quick
and fluent as fingers.
And here comes Boogie my German
Shepherd
Schäferhund who has no thought
of herding sheep, but only running
the landscape,
Landschaft,
of our five acres.
While your poem got me thinking
about schaf’s
small flock of root-letters,
Sophie my Schafe
disdains roots, she goes for
the succulent leaves, the flowers,
the poetry you might say.
Poetry being a
Schaffung, a creation.
The poem you sent suggests a
connection between
Landwirtschaft,
husbandry of land,
and the art of words.
But all this
Schafe and schaffen could
put me to
schlafen to sleep to dream of counting
sheep instead of language.
I’ll walk out into my morning
Land-
schaft and
see if a poem
like a
spring-lamb dancing comes.
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Copyright, Taylor Graham. |