I regularly read the poetry at this blog. Thanks Robert for your inspiration.
That it begins.
And like a wave which appears
only to lose itself
in dispersal, rising whole again
yet incomplete in all but
form, it returns.
Music. The true magic.
Each day the sun passes over the river,
bringing warmth to it. Such
devotion inspires movement: a cello in the
darkness, the passage of sparrows. Sighs.
The currents are of our own
making. If we listen do we also
hear? These bodies. These silent voices.
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“Requiem” was written in the 80s, in response to a piece of music. It made its most recent appearance here in November 2016.