…she’s there – in some form,
up on the high deck of a bus I never saw
til now the Redness how intense the flavour
of it is,
gardens! weave
between the jasmine and the flower;
shade, white shadow waive wave
air-thin nothingness, the spider
strings of Shostakovich –
climb my walls!
course the cracks of heavenly ceilings,
I’m in! too s-low …
to get the door.
24/9/16
no worries Pietro. I couldn’t remember where we were up to. I started writing, i think, canto 31 or 32 about a year and a half ago, and have left it unfinished. I’m 2 or 3 poems from finishing 1st volume, and i will do it if only because i’ve come so far; but i’ve serious doubts about the quality of it now, and wished i’d done it a different way. so i might 1 day re-think it all.
Time for me is pretty short tho. I struggle some days – like you from the sounds.. let me know how you are sometimes.
Apologies, have been in a ‘s steps forward, 3 backward’ state of late. Have almost finished Canto XII – only about 6 months overdue (at a modest estimate)!
thanks Peter. good to hear from you again.
Ciao, Marco. Love the distances between the images and how they close, the sound of those ‘spider’ strings, the cracks.