"Wish" by Robert Creeley (Journal entry, April 2013) and W.S. Merwin" The Nomad Flute "
WISH
so natural be,
and never “me”
alone so far from home
a stone
would end it all
but for this tall
enduring tree,
the sea,
the sky
and I.
Robert
Creeley
You that sang to me once sing to me now
Let me hear your long lifted note
Survive with me
The star is fading
I can think farther than that but I forget
Do you hear me
O breath of morning
Night song morning song
I have with me
All the rest I do not know
I have lost none of it
Where you learned that music
Where any of it came from
Once there were lions in China
I will listen until the flute stops
And the light is old again
The Nomad Flute…
You that sang to me once sing to me now
Let me hear your long lifted note
Survive with me
The star is fading
I can think farther than that but I forget
Do you hear me
Do you still hear me
Does your air remember youO breath of morning
Night song morning song
I have with me
All the rest I do not know
I have lost none of it
But I know better now
Than to ask youWhere you learned that music
Where any of it came from
Once there were lions in China
I will listen until the flute stops
And the light is old again
Comments
Post a Comment