Einstein’s Last Words and Angina, 2 poems by J.R. Solonche

EINSTEIN’S LAST WORDS

(Einstein died on April 18, 1955, attended
by a nurse who could not understand
his last words, which he spoke in German
.)

Surely it must have been a simple thing,
that sort of phrase the ordinary old
would say, child-like, such as “More light” or “Bring
me, please, water” or “Close the door” or “Hold

my hand” or “I was wrong” or “What’s the time?”
Perhaps it was a line or two of verse
from Faust, or a nonsense nursery rhyme
that curved around to close his universe.

And if all it was was a little joke,
of a man meeting God in Paradise,
and God laughed at it, even then he spoke
to himself. Two silences must suffice.

Light flaring against deep blue space
Stein2051B by Robert Sullivan. CC license.
ANGINA

It is a hand on the heart,
a greeting.
It is mortality grinning,
dumbly, with its big,

hearty hand on the heart,
mortality in person,
squeezing the heart
with its big, hot hand.

And then it becomes
remembering,
the heart remembering
painful experiences

from its infancy,
its childhood and its youth,
separations in the dark,
nightmares of falling

and chases through forests,
unrequited love for heroines
of books and movie stars,
an ache in the shape

of a hand holding such
a heavy heart heart-level
and too long to bear.
It is Latin for torture.


J.R. Solonche
J.R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines, journals, and anthologies since the early 70s. He is the author of twenty-two books of poetry and co-author of another. He lives in the Hudson Valley.

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