Otto’s Lament
Nov 6 · 1 min read
O! daughter dear, on this Midwestern afternoon
When I can see all the way to Sacramento, I cry
For you, Ariel-blue, in all your golden-girlhood
Too lovely for a life of pettiness and strife were you
You caught a boat to England, never returned.
No Nazi goblin me, an extraordinary Jew like you,
Beautifully clever Ariel-blue. And, maybe I didn’t talk
To you, like I yearned and wanted to, my tongue a knot
Of weasels, a clash of monkeys in a cage, a silence in a…


