Spring s first cicadas
spring's first cicadas,
singing like adrenalin,
celebrating last night's rain
that liberated bursts of sound,
burrowing from underground
through moistened earth
to glaze their wings
in lacquer sheen of photons
from munificent September sun.
Somewhere in the tender
russet foliage of Chinese elms
a trio of shrill stridulations
merge, embrace, and separate.
But if there were no trees, no plants,
would concrete stifle vibrant chant?
Cicadas, transubstantiate
spring's energy and radiance,
perform your steely sarabande
while yet you can…
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Still magnificent but a little bit difficult to read and impossible to sing
Do you plant to fight with it? ;))))
Кертис Эйлес 12.09.2005 15:27 Заявить о нарушении
Jena Woodhouse 13.09.2005 02:26 Заявить о нарушении
"Sound, in other words, is the seat of time in the poem, a background against which its content acquires a stereoscopic quality."
These observations come from Brodsky's essay on Akhmatova, "The Keening Muse", and I find them very illuminating in relation to my own poetic practice.
Certainly my work usually falls short of the mark, i.e. the standard I would like to achieve, and this poem is no exception to that. Mea culpa. However, I do think there is a danger of oversimplifying what musicality is in poetic terms, and in trying to draw too literal an analogy between language and music.
Jena Woodhouse 13.09.2005 04:47 Заявить о нарушении
Кертис Эйлес 13.09.2005 09:44 Заявить о нарушении
Jena Woodhouse 13.09.2005 10:21 Заявить о нарушении
Check it on Raw Tracks in music and Hot Line latest news (announcements), With best wishes, Curtis
Кертис Эйлес 13.09.2005 14:18 Заявить о нарушении
By the way i planned to publish my early works but postponed this action for a while
Looking forward to receiving your new writings
With best wishes, Curtis
Кертис Эйлес 14.09.2005 09:26 Заявить о нарушении