Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Allegretto

There is music in the garden at night.
Near a window, a woman unbraids her hair.
Our feet are sore from the immobility of winter--
all things heavy and superfluous as plaques in the city of the blind.

Now, cardinals ring small bells
and priests forget their prayer books on a wooden bench and doze.
I am the woman by the window unbraiding her hair.
Vivaldi rows a gondola. There is a mild breeze.
Once again, there is music in the garden at night. 
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for this.

6 comments:

  1. "Plaques in the city of the blind" and "priests forget their prayer" what wonderful lines!! I always think i could not love the next poem as much as the one before, but each time i fall in love with the next poem even more!!

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  2. Beautifully penned and loved the line architecture . . . :)

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  3. Elegant and graceful throughout every line, loved it.

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  4. Ah for the sublime moment the red cardinals ring the bells...

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  5. The last two lines in the first stanza . . . wow.

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