Thursday, October 16, 2014

Novodevichy



Come through the red gate
and rendezvous with
the shade of Schnitke
at Novodevichy
where Chekhov wanders
and Chaliapin's enthroned.

There, she held a candle
and hid behind a veil.
Her train rumbled away.
A schema-monk smiled sadly,
at Novodevichy,
where the black swans breed.



Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Alexandrovsky Sad

(Alexandrovsky Gardens)

Our feet were wings
over the cobblestones.
The October rain
was a curtain, rising

upon a stage filled
by dancers, singers,
gypsies and painters,
singers and writers.

You spoke--my soul
chimed clear--
a crystal bell--
inside your eyes.

I stepped through
an avant-garde
encaustic of a door
at the new Manege.

Then fell my silence,
as false a note
as an evening star
sparkling at midday.




Zemfira - "PMML" - (Forgive me, my love)


This poem came out all wrong.

It is a perennial habit of mine to say the wrong thing, or nothing at all, at the right time.

I want to tell the last few leaves clinging to the poplars that their shimmering dance is as impressive and poignant as the most delicate pas de deux. Instead, I stare at them in stunned silence.

I neglect to express how in love I am with the daily astonishments: the sunrise, the endless plays of shadow and color, the afternoon sunshine, the sunset, the moonlight, the starlight, candlelight, lamplight, and the darkness.

I take a cool, refreshing breath, or three, or a thousand, and forget to say--thank you--

The walls of my warm house fold 'round me like a cosy cloak. A cat curls up at my feet.

Infinities of gratitude to every-one, every-where, every-thing and in every-way.

Sincerely,

Flame




Monday, October 13, 2014

Red Fez Issue 72 - and a song for you




Red Fez Issue 72

The song, from a Soviet film, is about the choices we make, how not everything is black or white. 

En plein air - in memoriam Andrew Bellon

A dreamless sleep falls from the shimmering leaves. --Sappho fragment, tr. Andrew Bellon I changed, thickened, ...

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