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This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.

Thomas Müntzer Jeffrey Wainwright

Thomas Müntzer was a Protestant reformer in the early years of the German Reformation. He was a radical and a visionary both in theology and politics for whom religious thought and experience became integrated with ideas and movements towards social revolution.

Travelling through Germany, preaching and writing, continually in trouble with the authorities, he came to support and lead struggles by common people against the monopolies of wealth and learning. In 1525, in the Peasant War, he led an army against the princes which was heavily defeated at Frankenhausen. Müntzer was subsequently captured and executed.

       Doubt is the Water, the movement to good and evil.
       Who swims on the water without a saviour is
       between life and death

                                         -Müntzer

       I have seen in my solitude
       very clear things
       that are not true
.
                                         -Machado

I

Just above where my house sits on the slope
Is a pond, a lodge when the mine was here,
Now motionless, secretive, hung in weeds.

Sometimes on clear nights I spread my arms wide
And can fly, stiff but perfect, down
Over this pond just an inch above the surface.

When I land I have just one, two drops of water
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