Monday, July 4, 2011

Something by Paul Zimmer.

Here is a poem by Paul Zimmer. He has won two Pushcart awards, and an Open Book Award from the American Society of Journalists and Authors. Enjoy!


Bach and My Father

by Paul Zimmer
Six days a week my father sold shoes
To support our family through depression and war,
Nursed his wife through years of Parkinson's,
Loved nominal cigars, manhattans, long jokes,
Never kissed me, but always shook my hand.

Once he came to visit me when a Brandenburg
Was on the stereo. He listened with care—
Brisk melodies, symmetry, civility, and passion.
When it finished, he asked to hear it again,
Moving his right hand in time. He would have
Risen to dance if he had known how.

"Beautiful," he said when it was done,
My father, who'd never heard a Brandenburg.
Eighty years old, bent, and scuffed all over,
Just in time he said, "That's beautiful."


  1. I really like this, and Zimmer is new to me, so thanks!

  2. You are welcome! He is one of my newfound favorites! :)