Her Voice Sings to Me Out of the Past
Posted: May 5, 2014 Filed under: Poetry, Writing | Tags: british, Hugo Williams, love, memories, past, phone, poet, siren, song Leave a commentA beautiful poem by Hugo Williams, his words ring true
Siren Song
I phone from time to time, to see if she’s
Changed the music on her answerphone.
‘Tell me in two words,’ goes the recording,
‘what you were going to tell in a thousand.’
I peer into that thought, like peering out
To sea at night, hearing the sound of waves
Breaking on rocks, knowing she is there,
Listening, waiting for me to speak.
Once in a while she’ll pick up the phone
And her voice sings to me out of the past.
The hair on the back of my neck stands up
As I catch her smell for a second.
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Absence
Posted: January 13, 2014 Filed under: Art, Painting/Drawing, Poetry, Writing | Tags: 1896, 20th century, absence, edvard munch, French, German Expressionism, heartbreak, love, man, memories, munch, Norway, paul eluard, poet, separation, surrealist, tears, woman Leave a commentBy Paul Eluard
I speak to you across cities
I speak to you across plains
My mouth is upon your pillow
Both faces of the walls come meeting
My voice discovering you
I speak to you of eternity
O cities memories of cities
Cities wrapped in our desires
Cities come early cities come lately
Cities strong and cities secret
Plundered of their master’s builders
All their thinkers all their ghosts
Fields pattern of emerald
Bright living surviving
The harvest of the sky over our earth
Feeds my voice I dream and weep
I laugh and dream among the flames
Among the clusters of the sun
And over my body your body spreads
The sheet of it’s bright mirror.
Separation. Edvard Munch. 1896.
