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Tuesday, 3. April 2007

A Ghazal After A Villanelle



"We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow". ~ Theodore Roethke

After those blizzard-obliterated dawns in which waking & walking was slow A clear moonlit night arrives in which these feet seem to know where to go.

After seasons spent shuttling - map-less, frost-masked - between cities of snow, I turn into her lane, and seem to know this is where I should have been ages ago.

After all she seems to know how to strike each note of your heart’s arpeggio. But do you, breathless Sashi, know how this emphatic YES to her should go?

for N.

Note: the track I was listening to while attempting to make this ghazal out of my scribbles




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