when words are lost and found...
voice reached,
low, close.
heart's red.
hear that
bird spoken.
sound, silence
wind fallen.
know the
whispered wings
and thee.
the answer:
seeking the
way that
is once
felt heavy
and dull.
to thee,
on thy
breast, and
this felt.
heart spoke.
read, know
and understand.
hand felt
and fall.
the knot,
we mourn
the knot.
wind blowing
from lips,
moons, shadow
know all.
(book grabbed,
opened randomly,
text written using two words from each line on one page
in hoffmannstahl's story,
the woman without a shadow.)
low, close.
heart's red.
hear that
bird spoken.
sound, silence
wind fallen.
know the
whispered wings
and thee.
the answer:
seeking the
way that
is once
felt heavy
and dull.
to thee,
on thy
breast, and
this felt.
heart spoke.
read, know
and understand.
hand felt
and fall.
the knot,
we mourn
the knot.
wind blowing
from lips,
moons, shadow
know all.
(book grabbed,
opened randomly,
text written using two words from each line on one page
in hoffmannstahl's story,
the woman without a shadow.)
Labels: hoffmannstahl, poem, the knot we mourn
1 Comments:
Evocative narrative.
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