To Be Read While Listening to Beethoven's String Quartet in A Minor, Opus 132, third movement
When the Yes
you have longed for sounds, finally,
like the space between two stands
of naked trees, each line of them
like a violin string and the Yes
the emptiness between
then you are lifted up
and parallel lines
that once warred, meet
at the edges of the heart's open
field and you must go there
with your bare skin
and trace your delicate song
of giving in.
When the Yes
you have longed for sounds, finally,
like the space between two stands
of naked trees, each line of them
like a violin string and the Yes
the emptiness between
then you are lifted up
and parallel lines
that once warred, meet
at the edges of the heart's open
field and you must go there
with your bare skin
and trace your delicate song
of giving in.
posted by Lorna Johnson at 9:55 PM
3 Comments:
Love the ending, the "giving in" in the last line which mirrors the "yes" in the first.
I like the feeling of the space between the naked trees ... like giving empty space legitimacy. nice.
I think it's a beautiful thing when great art inspires more art.
What a great day, Lorna, Annika and I driving up in the bitter cold white to Kettle Moraine, to go walking, to do nothing. And to hear such profoundly beautiful music on the way, and to have such an experience be capped off with such a lovely poem, too. It was a good day.
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