yes, the senses 'ring' in this one. a beautiful little series of events,
just the way I like em, with apt verbalisations.
the eyeball kick of "bug lamentations" is great, and I've never considered
swallows as wands; another small, striking image. thanks.
KS
2009/12/2 Brian Hawkins <[log in to unmask]>
> FOR THE SUMMER
>
> Leaving the swaddled baby
> Sleeping radiantly
> Tucked up in her cradle,
> And Sal
> About to lie down and rest,
> On a hot November evening
> I went running into the forest.
>
> The eucalypts rang
> With the fire alarm clangour
> Of cicadas keening
> And hardly anything sang:
> There was no point,
> The bug lamentations
> Were everywhere dominant.
>
> On the side of a tall hill
> I looked up into the blue
> That had seemed indelible
> But was now growing pale
> And saw dark wands
> Weaving to and fro
> On curious errands.
>
> No, they were swifts,
> Down from the Himalaya
> For the summer,
> Free wheeling cursive
> Against the bright beyond;
> And as I neared the crest
> I became aware of a sound
>
> I was lucky to hear
> (They ride so high
> And wide in the air):
> The tiny cries of joy
> The birds made
> Eating up the day
> As it glowed and faded.
>
>
> Brian
>
> PS If anyone is interested, I can send audio of the extraordinary sound of
> a eucalypt forest ringing with cicadas.
>
>
>
>
>
>
> __________________________________________________________________________________
> Win 1 of 4 Sony home entertainment packs thanks to Yahoo!7.
> Enter now: http://au.docs.yahoo.com/homepageset/
>
|