AFTER MARK
[If performer wishes to interpret this this passage by very staccato]
When I marked the moment of first seeing your face it was
Sunday morning at 5 o’clock and I’d woken
dreaming of it pressed against mine from behind and to one side.
If it was a memory
the room was unfamiliar.
I am going to accept its reality as a proof of curved time.
My life will fly towards it as when
a falcon stoops, screaming down
warm air, ripping its wings, and the sun placed
behind dazzles the young pigeon below;
the grey bird oblivious travels on;
flecked warrior above limned in light holds
course; a juxtaposition of feathers;
the two spiral to earth like Icarus
[and Daedalus weeps for a thousand years]
the two spinning to earth one dying
one flexing its talons for landing square
[and Icarus’ bright feathers scatter
the Aegean Sea].
If it was a memory
the room was unfamiliar.
[If performer wishes to interpret this this passage by very staccato]
When I marked the moment of first seeing your face it was
Sunday morning at 5 o’clock and I’d woken
dreaming of it pressed against mine from behind and to one side.
If it was a memory
the room was unfamiliar.
I am going to accept its reality as a proof of curved time.
My life will fly towards it as when
a falcon stoops, screaming down
warm air, ripping its wings, and the sun placed
behind dazzles the young pigeon below;
the grey bird oblivious travels on;
flecked warrior above limned in light holds
course; a juxtaposition of feathers;
the two spiral to earth like Icarus
[and Daedalus weeps for a thousand years]
the two spinning to earth one dying
one flexing its talons for landing square
[and Icarus’ bright feathers scatter
the Aegean Sea].
If it was a memory
the room was unfamiliar.