For Adam

By Michael Hofmann Michael Hofmann
In that aftertime
I wasn't writing. I never wrote,   
I didn't know what the aftertime was for.   
I felt little, collected nothing.

I talked to myself, but it was boring.

Source: Poetry (June 2008).

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This poem originally appeared in the June 2008 issue of Poetry magazine

June 2008
 Michael  Hofmann

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Michael Hofmann’s annotated translation of Joseph Roth’s letters was just published by W.W. Norton; Impromptus, his Gottfried Benn translations, is expected later this year from Farrar, Straus & Giroux

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SUBJECT Living, Sorrow & Grieving, Arts & Sciences, Poetry & Poets, Relationships

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