Sunday, January 24, 2010

Lament


Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky - Symphony No.6 in B minor Op. 74
IV. Finale (Adagio lamentoso - Andante)
Leningrad Philharmonic, with Evgeny Mravinsky, 1960


The lungs hold grief hostage
behind bone bars, hold the grief
though its torch keeps singeing
bat memories on jagged flights.

The heart knows where the key
is that will cleave a door, a door
or many for the bats to break
down and steal fire, and the light.

The heart holds the key hostage,
wants to blunt it, hide it, kill it
for what would be left behind
the blood flood, a different death.

9 comments:

VV said...

still the mind's eye traces its shape

the mind's ear hears the clicks

we listen too

all is still

Anonymous said...

all is still
but the mind

m said...

thank you for listening

Roxana said...

for what would be left behind
the blood flood, a different death.

how true this is... how many times i have tried to express it on the Bridge myself... but when expressing, what would be left behind, if not a different death...

Manuela said...

and yet we keep feeling compelled to express it, to look for the key, to use the key... what is that about? i wonder

VV said...

we invented keys . why? to let something out . to keep something in. to protect personal property? really wondering about that too

Manuela said...

i think it's been mostly to keep something in, hasn't it? something we don't want to leave or be taken away - which brings the question, if it belonged there, why would it need safeguarding anyway? yes, many questions.

kanishk said...

but when expressing, what would be left behind, if not a different death...

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Manuela said...

you are right, kanishk, a different death. but we keep at it, like the seasons keep at it, and the migratory birds.