like Ulysses home from the sea
we are one breath away from love
one breath from savagery
man rests uneasily
between sheets marked by birth and death
life turns on one breath
what saves us is artistry
[Oct 9, 2014]
Tag: art
only don’t ask me
the unlocatable sorrows of the heart
cannot be mapped
but may be glimpsed through art –
in colours that in striking ways combine
in music or words that mysteriously
lilt or chime
in no sense do these explicitly impart
significance but make you start
feel elevated – touch – jar
the unlocatable sorrows of the heart
else ask the wind the fire the sea
only don’t ask me
The Consolations of Art
On the consolations of art,
I shall not start
but lay me down in meadow grass
to watch the sunlight pass
along a spider thread.
And if the birds fall from the air
just at my stare,
I should not care
but let the world be aware
to treat me warily.
And if the family
at picnic in the field
think ill of me,
let me finally impart
that the consolations of art,
though considerable,
are not enough for love,
not by a half.
