Bachs Concerto ~ Nazim Hikmet. Fall morning in the vineyard: in row after row the repetitions of knotty vines, of clusters on the vines, of grapes in the clusters, of light on the grapes. The repetition of all the rain that falls on earth, trees, and the sea, on my hands, face, and eyes, and the drops crushed on the glass. The repetition of my days that are alike, that are not alike. The repetition of the thread in the weave, the repetition in the starry sky, and the repetition of I love youin all languages. The repetition of the tree in the leaves and of the pain of living, which stands in an instant on every deathbed. ... In the clusters, of grapes, on the grapes, of light. To walk toward the good, the just, the true, to fight for the good, the just, the true, to seize the good, the just, the true. Your silent tears and smile, my rose, your sobs and bursts of laughter, my rose, the repetition of your shining white teeth when you laugh. Fall morning in the vineyard: in row after row the repetitions of knotty vines, of clusters on the vines, of grapes in the clusters, of light on the grapes, of my heart in the light. My rose, this is the miracle of repetition -- to repeat without repeating. https://youtube/watch?v=SxNDvQqk0w4
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 09:00:55 +0000