Wednesday, August 02, 2017


I let you go,
but you remain

where devotion lingers
with leaf-curtains drawn;
and dreams gather in
pools of verdigris;

where clouds are knit with
crystalline seams
and the sun in the citadel
exhales celadon;

where crowds of dryads
caper on zephyrs,
casting nets in the sky
to capture starlight;

until an earthquake in the night
overturns the shrine.

And then you are every-Where
that I move, or turn my eyes.

Ivan Moravec plays an excerpt from Schubert's Piano Sonata in B-flat Major in 1993.


Wrexie said...

How beautiful. Lean, lush and rich.

Iulia Flame said...

So kind of you to stop for a while with me, Wrexie. xx

Harlequin said...

A difficult,& yet familiar read ~

One hopes that sometimes genres mix & fine Moravec might in some kind way approve

Harlequin said...

I wished to edit that I placed above .... Not the words, but to amend the youtube link ,,, It seems that I cannot ... This now feels something near embarrassment ..

I'd hoped for this

Iulia Flame said...

I am fond of Agnes Obel; whose clear voice is not out of place here. No worries, dear Harlequin. Much affection in your direction.

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