I Like To Write Poetry
[b]The Secret Sharer[/b]
August was the uncruel month that year.
I remember morning sun glimmering through heat-mists over the Starnberger See
and castle gates opening at first light
to welcome musicians for early rehearsal.
Later, on the green,
leader and follower assembled:
allies in paired counterpoint.
A multitude of subjects crowded in on each other.
“This music crept by me upon the waters”
In the field the trumpets trilled,
chasing the dreams of prismatic sonorities,
while a circle of swans clustered in the lake.
He said, “Cosima, Cosima... ”
[i]inaudible[/i]
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
By and by
(the midday sun pursuing ennervated shadows)
Hofbrau beer quenched the thirst of their enthusiasm.
Then king and subject were alone:
“We were born one for another.”
[i]inaudible[/i]
“Yes, majesty, my co-creator.”
Years passed. August followed August.
The end surprised us coming under the Starnberger See.
Fear death by water.
August was the uncruel month that year.
I remember morning sun glimmering through heat-mists over the Starnberger See
and castle gates opening at first light
to welcome musicians for early rehearsal.
Later, on the green,
leader and follower assembled:
allies in paired counterpoint.
A multitude of subjects crowded in on each other.
“This music crept by me upon the waters”
In the field the trumpets trilled,
chasing the dreams of prismatic sonorities,
while a circle of swans clustered in the lake.
He said, “Cosima, Cosima... ”
[i]inaudible[/i]
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
By and by
(the midday sun pursuing ennervated shadows)
Hofbrau beer quenched the thirst of their enthusiasm.
Then king and subject were alone:
“We were born one for another.”
[i]inaudible[/i]
“Yes, majesty, my co-creator.”
Years passed. August followed August.
The end surprised us coming under the Starnberger See.
Fear death by water.