“You Will Know Yourself"
​
You will know yourself
by remembering the clouded canvases of old dreams
on a grim day when you walk
with your eyes open.
​
What counts in memory
is the clean gift of evoking dreams.
​
Antonio Machado
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.
​​
​
​
​
​
​​
