Sunday 2 February 2020

‘Identity’ - poem





Identity

When Hans Hofmann became a hedgehog
somewhere in a Germany that has
vanished with its forests and hedgerows
Shakespeare would have been a young actor
starting out in a country that was
only a word to Hans who had learned
from those who had painted animals
only from hearing tales about them
without ever setting eyes on them
or from corpses with the lingering
light mute and deathly still forever
held fast in the fur or the feathers
hanging or lying on a table
and he had learned from others who had
arranged the corpses of animals
as though they were still alive in full
flight or on their way but this hedgehog
was there in the same life as his own 
looking around at him with his brush
of camel hair and his stretched
parchment of sheepskin as he turned to each sharp
particular quill and every black
whisker on the long live snout and those
flat clawed feet made only for trundling
and for feeling along the dark undersides
of stones and as Hans took them in he
turned into the Hans that we would see

                                    W. S. Merwin (1927 - 2019)*



*William Stanley Merwin (1927 – 2019) was an American poet and translator who wrote more than fifty books of poetry and prose and received twice the Pulitzer Prize.

*Hans Hoffmann was a German painter (1530-1591)

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