when chapter titles form a poem...
as it stands in the memory
in the marshes and on the earth
spring in winter.
daybreak with shining horses
the drifter and the mirrors
the wasted day creeps away
on its belly.
washed creeks
fire in the depths
words, words
the dream of stone.
the heart lies naked
beside the highway in the dark
the tranquil river glides
out of the landscape
beyond one's grasp.
just walking up to fetch the churn
the melody
the rivers
beneath the earth.
the titles of chapters in sequence, from terjei vesaas' the boat in the evening.
in the marshes and on the earth
spring in winter.
daybreak with shining horses
the drifter and the mirrors
the wasted day creeps away
on its belly.
washed creeks
fire in the depths
words, words
the dream of stone.
the heart lies naked
beside the highway in the dark
the tranquil river glides
out of the landscape
beyond one's grasp.
just walking up to fetch the churn
the melody
the rivers
beneath the earth.
the titles of chapters in sequence, from terjei vesaas' the boat in the evening.
Labels: chapter titles, marshes, poem, tarjei vesaas, the boat in the evening
2 Comments:
Oh, that is wonderful. I may have to not so secretly steal this lovely idea... ;-)
a lot of echoes there...
This is Robert Nathan's I believe:
In Summer, Winter is a myth, a report, a rumor, not to be believed.
(there's a concomitant)
and then there is Wallace Stevens with "The world is larger in summer".
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