Friday, December 10, 2010
This Constant Song
This Constant Song
by Dorothy Walters
...who wouldn’t hear
what singing completes us?
Li-Young Lee
And this the singing
that goes with us
everywhere,
this constant ingathering
of tone,
among the trees
denuded or rich with
spring,
the sound of the water
ringing down from
the boulders above,
rhythms of the stars wheeling
in their celestial rounds,
clouds passing
like foamy whales,
the wind playing
its plaintive lute
all around,
even as we sleep.
And also this Vivaldi,
his flute or cello,
a man who listened deep
and heard.
Dorothy Walters
December 10, 2010
