Albrecht Dürer and Albrecht Altdorfer: A Genealogy
Their parents called them Albrecht. The Albrechts possessed talented eyes And hands. And patience. Blood desire And necessity: paint, silverpoint, engrave. One Albrecht was raised by a metal-man, a gold-father Named Albrecht. The other Albrecht must have had A childhood once. One saw the others’ initials on a painting: Little D nestled in the crawlspace of A. The expressive battle portrait, the unadorned thing itself, The animal studies and little landscapes. People abandoned the castle long ago. What they left behind is not important. They do not appear in the wood, by the lake or the mountain Or on the dirt road. Hands rise out of blue mist. Adam Pollak Adam Pollak is an MFA candidate and College Writing Instructor at American University, where he also serves as the poetry editor for FOLIO. His poems have most recently appeared in Innisfree Poetry Journal, Little Patuxent Review, The Allegheny Review, and Prairie Margins. He lives—quite happily—outside of Washington, D.C. with his wife and dog.
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June 2025
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