'The air will tell us'
- Patched from ‘Voss’
Strings, forms, necessity
break continually,
material
shapes
immaterial.
Cave, candlewax, tears
twanging
silky, brilliant brooding
flesh.
Johann! Laura!
Blowfly, rainbow, scrub
whispers legend
mortally, eternal
disturbing
white trivialities.
Henceforth, air
Sprachen
blau, Himmel.
[Each word in the poem also appears separately somewhere in the novel
Voss. The poem’s title is spoken by Laura Trevelyan in the novel.]
- after Cover design for Voss, 1957, Sidney Nolan
A snap as it was written this week for a project. And it as been a
brooding kind of week.
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