Dieter with the Tulips, Munich, 1984 (Nan Goldin)
Of all the portraits, this. Spare
morning, Garden of Eden. Apples,
tulips, butter-knife and the body
terrified of separation,
from God—no, of separation.
I refuse to write another love poem.
Dieter appears later on a train,
to Sweden; Dieter is maybe somewhere,
still, flush with fruit, early light.
I can’t stop thinking about the same things:
I am on a train, always, and you are there,
always, a metaphor. What else?
źródło: Read A Little Poetry
10.09.2026