october 1994, beijing
eighteen i wrote of my ‘unusual’ age a wind blowing straight out of the sunset into my eye into my heart a mood of the sea. thirty-eight land-locked on days a clear sky falls to me i remember the sea i came from how the sand’s shaped round beached timbers left ribs keel of an old s h i p become a strangeness of the shore
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The music for the reading is from the ‘Largo’ movement of Cello Sonata Op. 40 (1934) by Dimiti Shostakovich, performed here by the composer himself on piano and Mstislav Rostropovich on cello.
2 thoughts on “thirty-eight”
nice poem – yo from the black bird.
Yo to the black bird!
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