This poem is taken from PN Review 209, Volume 39 Number 3, January - February 2013.
'Danaë' and Other Poems
Danaë
Klimt, 1907
It's been
thousands
upon thousands
of years of gold.
I was a god,
and this is what I did,
striking
without hands,
or hammer,
piercing
without needle,
without tools other
than gold,
gold,
the color gold.
Interruption and Completion of a Thought
In class, the shared-desk, you are next
to me. I am trying to think
of the last line to a haiku:
black hair
...
Klimt, 1907
It's been
thousands
upon thousands
of years of gold.
I was a god,
and this is what I did,
striking
without hands,
or hammer,
piercing
without needle,
without tools other
than gold,
gold,
the color gold.
Interruption and Completion of a Thought
In class, the shared-desk, you are next
to me. I am trying to think
of the last line to a haiku:
black hair
...
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