Wednesday, August 02, 2017

Emerald


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.







The mountains held up the sky like pillars, releasing plumes of pebbles, streams and silt as far as my girlish eyes could follow, and w...

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