Sunday, August 30, 2009
Franz Schubert - Wasserflut, Die Winterreise
with Ian Bostridge and Julius Drake
Liquid lapis lazuli, the night
knits all the gold spirit threads
on which your abandoned beads
blink planetary solitudes.
If you pour yourself into her net
she'll cast you to beyond the seas
and teach you to offer your necklace
as pigment for the most holy hem.
But you're distracted by the skyline
and forget it's not for concrete
you can't see the blue-violet depths
that call to the gulls in your soul.
You keep seeing cockroaches skitter,
always at the edge of your sight,
and your eyes get tired of searching
for what they don't want to find.
Surrender this need, and like a bead
it will glide and show you the thread
tied tight to the hook in your heart
and pulled by the most loving hand.
thank you vv for the music response