Friday, September 26, 2014

a sacred madness

The throbbing of unheard drums
calls me to the birch grove.

The scent of Labrador tea.
A single leaf lands in my hair.

In my dark blood
the light sings.

I've long had a fascination with this dance (Samaia), choreographed by  Iliko Sukhishvili and Nino Ramishvili of the Georgian National Ballet.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Dvořák - Lorca - Equinox

The sun caresses the trees in the mornings; the frost kisses them in the evenings: the Autumn Equinox is here, a new year, a time of endings and beginnings.

I watch the trees for a sign: their branches are always lifted in Joy.

Dvořák - American Quartet, Prazak Quartet

A long ghost of silver moving
the night-wind’s sighing
opened my old hurt with its grey hand
and moved on: I was left yearning.

Wound of love that will grant my life
endless blood and pure welling light.
Cleft in which Philomela, struck dumb,
will find her grove, her grief and tender nest.

Ay, what sweet murmurs in my head!
I’ll lie down by the single flower
where your beauty floats without a soul.

And the wandering waters will turn yellow,
as my blood runs through the moist
and fragrant undergrowth of the shore.

--García Lorca

                    (Translated by A. S. Kline)

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