The Loved One
The wind dared not speak
on the sonorous whispers of those ancient trees:
He too was afraid, of
the marionettes dancing
the deepest shadows
of her eyelashes imperceptible
Stained-glass velvets drawing upon the Parisian dusk
set your eyes ablaze, and
turned the River ravenously technicoloured—
bejewelled everything magnificently martial.
Rilke's Rose-Window, disappearing
into a gluttonously musical sky.
—So much to say—
(that one must pass over in silence)
But is not all fair in Love and War?
“I don’t think these [words] are any good,” said she.
“You are my poetry,” said he.
～by Ting-Jen Hwang+++
The Loved One (i)
she is perfect
in the landscape
that i am
The Loved One (ii)
～by L.W.P.*And... Heifetz’s hauntingly electrifying rendition of Vitali’s Chaconne, with organ. It is perhaps my favourite version of this masterpiece.