Thursday, May 23, 2013


TO SING THROUGH STONE: work in progress

4    Tiriata

If it is true that gods speak through humans
    But not to them directly, why
 Let the dogs howl at midnight. But tell me
    Who plucked the qin, strummed the ruan
So the tunes flew into every seashell
        To please children?

You told me about these old instruments
    As if the nor’wester played them
The way it plays trees (but not their shadows).
    Why do men bend the straightest branch?
They break it, then pretend it was hollow
        And held a song.

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