Mahler and Freud Meet in Leiden, Part One, II:1
I am wakened to stumble
Into the Maritime thunderstorm
Of my aging,
Falling water smashing at the house.
I picture Dürer in self-portrait
With paper almost too wet
To sketch on. Cantata strains
Play very far away
Upon the pace of short sacred chords
In the background of my mind.
I know Liù is dead.
St. Stephen, NB – Seal Cove, Grand Manan, NB – Bowen Island, BC, 4 August 2007 – 4 December 2009
Nashwaak Review (Fredericton, NB), 26/27, 411 (2011)