December 9, 2022

Georg Trakl

ST. PETER’S CEMETERY

Ringed all around is stony silence.
The pallid flowers of death shiver
On the graves, which grieve in the dark—
Although their grief contains no grief.
 
The heavens smile quietly down
Upon this dream-enclosed garden
Which silent pilgrims tend.
A cross guards every grave.
 
The church rises like a prayer
Before a sign of grace eternal.
Some light shines under the arches
Which silently prays for sorry souls—
 
While trees blossom in the night
That death might hide his face
In the full shimmer of the beautiful,
To make the dead dream deeper still. 
 
 
Translated from the German by William Virgil Davis
 

from Rattle #77, Fall 2022
Tribute to Translation

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Georg Trakl (1887–1914) was an Austrian poet and the brother of the pianist Grete Trakl. He is considered one of the most important Austrian Expressionists. He is perhaps best known for his poem ‘Grodek,’ which he wrote shortly before he died. | William Virgil Davis: “I was drawn to Trakl very early on, in my teens, and have been translating him in my own slow way ever since. Years ago, quite by accident, I stumbled on his birthplace in Salzburg, not far from the cemetery which is the setting of this poem—a magical place, as are so many of his poems.”

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July 4, 2022

William Virgil Davis

OVERHEARD

Well, you know,
she said, two weeks
ago, it was our
anniversary, not
that he would know,
or even believe
me if I told him so,
so, you know, I
hatched a plan to
remind him and,
well, to surprise
him too, and so,
anyhow, I worked
it all out in my head
first, had it all in
my mind for weeks,
you know, and it
was even hard not
to tell anybody,
even you. Well
anyhow, I had it
all set, and when he
got home I went
into action, quiet-
like, so he wouldn’t
notice or suspect,
as if he ever did
suspect anything
when he wasn’t
involved, you know.
Well, I had everything
all ready when he
came in the door,
but, you know, I
didn’t want to give
anything away
either, and so I
asked him about
the day he’d had
and, you know,
all the small talk
that we all make,
and I, you know,
really listened hard,
but he hadn’t much
to say, as usual,
just the usual, so
he had a beer or
two while I did
dinner and I’d
gotten a bottle of
wine at the grocery,
well, you know, I
thought that would
be the thing to do,
and he only looked
at me once or twice
and then he asked
me what it cost,
and whether this
was some kind of
celebration or
something here.
Well I almost
couldn’t keep my
smile in, and I said,
you know, that we
could afford to
broaden our horizons
once in a while. He
didn’t say anything
about that, but, you
know, he drank the
wine up real quick,
there wasn’t but half
a glass left for me.
But, that was all right
too, you know, what
I had in mind all
along. So after we ate,
he fell asleep the way
I knew he would,
and I, you know,
could get things set
up the way I’d planned.
I started by spreading
the rose petals from
right in front of his feet
all down the hallway
and right up to the edge
of the bed. All those
flowers cost me plenty,
you know, and then I
set all the candles out
and lighted them all
along the hall and
then, you know, I
turned all the lights
off and made myself
ready. I had gotten
some perfume, not
too expensive, you
know, and a new black
bra and panties, and,
I put a little perfume
behind each of my
ears and between
my breasts, like I’d
seen in the movies,
and even a little
down there, even
though I hadn’t seen
that in any movie,
and then, you know,
when everything
was ready and I was
waiting in the bed,
I called to him,
and he came cursing,
stumbling down the
hall and muttering
and I said, you know,
I’m in here, real
sweet-like, with those
rose petals smelling
wonderful I thought.
Well, but he, you
know, he said, what
is that funny smell
and he asked me if
the electricity had
went off, and I just
smiled to myself,
you know, thinking
I had got it all exactly
right and waiting,
you know, for him
there, and he finally
did come and it was
good for me too
for a change, you
know. Well he fell
asleep on top of me
right after and then,
you know, the next
day, it took me half
the morning, down
on my hands and
knees, to pick up
all those petals.
 

from Rattle #76, Summer 2022

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William Virgil Davis: “It’s amazing what you overhear in public places, but the trick of the persona poem is try to catch an authentic voice—a particular test if the speaker is of the opposite sex.”

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June 7, 2021

William Virgil Davis

HOMAGE TO DONALD JUSTICE

As he began to read, a thin
thread of mucus started to string
from his nostril. It stretched
almost to his chest and, as he said
his songs, only the most faithful
heard the words they heard.

from Rattle #71, Spring 2021

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William Virgil Davis: “Donald Justice was a poet of memory and memories. I hope that he would be happy with this tribute to him.”

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February 22, 2020

William Virgil Davis

THE FAMILY

after the painting by Egon Schiele

Only the child,
between his mother’s massive legs,
is clothed.

They both look off
to the right
at something out of sight.

The father, above
and behind, his huge limbs
framing them,

stares—wide-eyed
and proud—directly
at you.

Nothing in the background matters.

from Rattle #22, Winter 2004

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William Virgil Davis: “My poem is based on Egon Schiele’s painting ‘Die Familie,’ his last important picture, painted in the year he died. The last line of the poem is crucial, and it indicates what I think of art—poetry and painting—share, that, indeed, ‘Nothing in the background matters.’ The poems or paintings are the life.” (web)

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