Winter 2002 • Vol. XXIV No. 1 Poetry |

The Annunciation

Munich's Odeonplatz, August 2, 1914. Stone lions stare out across the square. In the crowd of thousands— a photograph exists— one young man appears in a state of ecstasy, mouth agape, eyes wide & slashed with light, as though, in these moments, a divine destiny were being revealed to him: in Mein Kampf he'd write, "Those hours appeared like redemption from the troubling moods of my youth, and I am not ashamed to say that, overwhelmed by passionate enthusiasm, I had fallen on my knees and thanked Heaven out of my overflowing heart for granting me the immense fortune of being allowed to live in those times." … We close our eyes: disembodied, chorus of witness, we float down into that photograph, surround the one riven: he falls to his knees: we know what is next, & next: we look up to heaven in supplication, but know, now, we are helpless in this roar of light.

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