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“You Will Know Yourself"

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You will know yourself

by remembering the clouded canvases of old dreams

on a grim day when you walk

with your eyes open.

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What counts in memory

is the clean gift of evoking dreams.

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                              Antonio Machado

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John Louis Krug received his MFA in creative writing from The New School University. He was awarded the President’s Merit Scholarship for his MFA degree program. As an undergraduate at The New School he was accepted into the Riggio Honors Program, Writing and Democracy. John Louis Krug lives and writes in New York City and is currently working on a new collection poems.

 Selected Poems

 

 

Wait

 

​In late dense summer when I was a  

Boy I would climb onto the garage 

When the robins and sparrows stopped

Their conversations. I would sit and

Wait alone in silence with my small

Boy’s low-pressure worries, my back  

Sprung against inclined asbestos shingles.

I would look west to the fields, wait for the   

Wind to die, sacrificing itself to the

Bigger cause coming. Wait till the

Weighted shroud became the troubled

Edge of my knotted world. I’d wait for 

God’s fingers to scratch the thick-

Headed roil, count and hear the rumbled  

Voice. Wait for the cooling air to

Pierce my lungs—flick the gloom to

Gangrene. Wait for the channeled

Rain and the siren’s fevered wail.

Wait for the twisting tube to drop,

Wait as the far-off fields exploded. I’d

Wait to see if I could wait to hear the  

Coming train that would pluck me up.

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