And pelts it, and rings it with silver. The willow trees glisten,
The sparrows chirp under the eaves; but the face in my heart
Is a secret of music.... I wait in the rain and am silent."
Listen again!... It says: "I have worked, I am tired,
The pencil dulls in my hand: I see through the window
Walls upon walls of windows with faces behind them,
Smoke floating up to the sky, an ascension of seagulls.
I am tired. I have struggled in vain, my decision was fruitless,
Why then do I wait? with darkness, so easy, at hand!...
But to-morrow, perhaps.... I will wait and endure till to-morrow!..." excerpt from Tetelestai by Conrad Aiken
is that who we are - you
man across the sea
a man with two hands
a river with tribulations
tributaries gone awry
what a morning poem
to awaken to - it will
make my days work
a bit less lonely -a bit
of pretending, as girls
do - that it was written
for me - the woman in
me knows the truth but a river has many tributaries &
perhaps i am one ... and i will await to inspire another
