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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Aural
A poem in twenty-four parts, first published in an edition of 190 copies by Gil Ott's Singing Horse Press, 1984.
Στην Ελένη
.
An evocation
to live with
the light
uninvited
..
to be that
touch that
time takes
heart.
...
Even as
you bled
the light
years kept
light
years away
....
What we left
unfinished
remains mist
taken innocence
.....
aye
to
see
the
sea-
girl's
curls
......
At depth, solitude's
but a stone.
The thought of water
petrifies me.
.......
the sea
unfolds
its self
conches
nest
........
Perhaps each
image imagines
itself a
mirror
that breaks
its spell.
.........
muse
here you
can
feel light,
here
..........
sense the
wind
shores the
pines'
reticence
...........
As if the light
weren't
answer enough
just to live
by, asking it.
............
Don't breathe a word.
We were warned before
the wind cut us in two.
.............
even the waters
left speechless
on our lips
sound wishes
..............
To speak what
language
pure and simple,
seeks--no
one will hold
his peace.
...............
Mother's washing
the white
nests everywhere
cries of doves
................
aspirations
What we
hope we
care fully
prepare
praise for
the promise
kept
our silence.
.................
Leaf turning
its yellow
coat flaps
over
winter's back
..................
motive
Act, difficult
to live with
the light
day dreams
leaves intact
...................
harbinger
The message was almond blossoms,
a laying down of arms, warmth.
Morning found us under white
sheets, cool as marble.
....................
Snow dance
down
the meadow
an old
soft shoe
tracks.
.....................
White page.
You give
back what
the world
leaves, laughed
at.
......................
He said the dancers become trees
bared limbs his dreams picked clean.
.......................
a light
lit you
alight
on me
night-
fall
's now
........................
Snow. You fled
before
the rose had
fallen.
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What a stark and lovely sequence, Vassilis! And 22 parts in, a gesture toward Seferis, yes? "On a Ray of Winter Light," the first of his Three Secret Poems? Allusions that comment both on the poem they're in and the source itself always intrigue me, and make me wonder what other echoes are here that I'm missing. "Conches / nest" indeed!
ReplyDeleteJoe,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the above--and you're right about Seferis and his "Three Secret Poems"--I had them very much in mind when I wrote this sequence.
“Perhaps each
ReplyDeleteimage imagines
itself a
mirror
that breaks
its spell.”
Ah, this gift of yours!