Songs Without Words
Many of the Asian poets I came to admire had been banished into exile . . . unlike them, I chose mine.
we knock upon silence
for an answering music
Lu Chi
And you think that perhaps you are not who you thought, that
Any idea of yourself must include a body surrounding a song.
Mark Strand, "A Suite Of Appearances"
Thinking exile would be silence and solitude
Once these years ago now when I had left
All I had known for what seemed better then
Because unknowable I followed the cutbank
Back to where it lowered and leveled into
The woods and then to where the spring rose
And fell a little into a spill-pool and fell again
To a slip of a stream more stones than water
And from nearby a cardinal called and farther
Came the answer, back and forth and again
And again, the first calling more and more quickly,
Song and undersong, until both had come
To the one harmony of their shared story as
The stream gathered and sang over the stones.
(Rock Springs woods)
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2014-12-11 at 16:16
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