Chagall, Over the Town, 1918 |
Model Trains
Defeated in Vitebsk,
slowly snaking his way to Moscow,
slowly snaking his way to Moscow,
Chagall in a cattle car
in 1920
is already famous;
feared for his nerve in Petrograd,
in 1920
is already famous;
feared for his nerve in Petrograd,
written about in Paris,
bought in Berlin.
He is with Bella and Ida and hunger.
He is with Bella and Ida and hunger.
Germany can't quite feel '36,
nor Paris foldup its heart for
'40.
But Russia contracts its fist.
Chagall in '22 will leave you.
While Babel rides
alongside
doomed Trunov doomed,
scribbling notes about horses,
doomed Trunov doomed,
scribbling notes about horses,
tachankas, beastly
cossacks
and dead old Poles,
and dead old Poles,
while Europe's degenerate corpse
feeds ravenous colonies,
a decade of cattlecar hunger
and cattlecar death awaits.
Some of Chagall's enemies
will die in purge or siege
in '38, '39, '43
will die in purge or siege
in '38, '39, '43
-- as gripped in a calloused
claw
Babel too will end and
fragile Mandelstam frozen.
Chagall, Homage, 1917 |
In 2015
in the rafters of the beige library
in Oakland California
Chagall hovers prostrate
in an undertaker's suit smiling,
plotting my escape while I watch,
terribly worried, secretly terrified
of my mood tomorrow,
wondering how long
the hungry pungent man
propped atop a chair beside me
will be reading aloud
from that book of model trains.
- J. O'Brien
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