BZ Niditch

Whitman and I

 You managed to arrive
early in my life
while budding ideals
surfaced along two Coasts
in subterranean joys
as I climbed up to dive
in a flow of oceans
having traveled
cross country
having cut short
all circuits
to my becoming a poet
surrounded by birds and fauna,
Walt, nothing is foreign
to us,neither springs or
waterfalls nor language
of alembic alphabets
cools our tongues.


City Sparrows

 Here we are poets
exiles, gnomes
or vagrants migrating
with a seasoned 
destiny like sparrows
but with no one
in your specter
to take you in,
perhaps people think
we are curious
a bit eccentric
like a hesitant words
in muffled speech
and language,
perhaps another poor poet
in the Americas'
will recognize me
through his glasses
jumping over hills
or at intersections
of the winding sky.
B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher. His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including: Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; Hawaii Review; LeGuepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest);  Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His latest poetry collections are “Lorca at Sevilla” and ”Captive Cities.” He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.

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