Friday, October 3, 2014

Sound, sometimes


Sound, sometimes, is like a faraway city on a faraway hill,
it is that beautiful, you have been there, you have not been there,
going, staying, living, not living, still, it is that beautiful,
nearer, farther, you must love it or you would not
know it is there, you must seek its origin
as the origin seeks itself, that street,
there — that mirror, that bell,

that dream? that hope?
that hell? —

there, it is,
that, beautiful.



2 comments:

Jonathan Chant said...

Beautiful. Another listening thing. For me it's been those wild geese I told you about. Last night, church bells.

William Michaelian said...

And that is exactly what I wanted to know.

Thanks, Jonathan.