Das Lied Von Der Erde
[*The Song of the Earth, by Gustav Mahler,
a song cycle of poems by Chinese poet Li Bai,
the famous wandering poet of the Tang Dynasty]
for Selin
I will listen then
as I do now, to Mahler,
I will out pour this
red wine, half fill
the glass, at the
intrusive mouse hiss,
herald of The End that
is in contralto sung
overwrought,
outstrung,
I will listen,
will recover such
enough air around
to go on sing my
song tio-tangle in
tree limbs Van Gogh
still somewhere paints
knees sore
now and always
a call
to prayer,
to woo, in old
boots, worn leather,
weak knees
make me to
existence/being
adore
to which I
have only just
in a dream
renewed my wedding vows
*
I am drawn water
from artesian wells
deep
I am a bath with night stars
I am swelling in night-mirage
I am heat vectors from
day-heated earth making
I am giddier star dance
bathing
on the porch at night
(so the shy mountain
cannot see)
I am rain water
gathered rhythmically
from the tin roof tonal
toks
glocks
in pots all kinds
*
O stand radiant-starred late afternoon
O stained stark shadows black frieze
astonished stooped man
time's wee piss-boy
damp bunk-bed mattress fears
O stand glazed from edges
gaze to bark
vine maps of escape
Iron shadows
impress long into
wet pit
sun shard
spy glass
throat sore
cracked song for dirty boots
poem by Warren Falcon
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