If the edge
if the fall
if the downpour
or a sudden neglect
of the next breath
if in the heat to the land
of no light the blind prophet
will not come, if the wailing
starts again, if the Edens are
forever gone and the third day
brings no relief and the next call
no answer if the cold brings the
ships again––or won’t, please do
not lay this down while you are
here. Please, stay
for the carrying
until there is
none.
I was listening to Vivaldi’s Winter in Gil Shaham’s mind-blowing interpretation whe your poem arrived so I decided to share my experience with you. I hope you don’t mind. Here it is https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bF6w4NmhGAI&pp=ygUaZ2lsIHNoYWhhbSB2aXZhbGRpIHdpbnRlciA%3D
Maciej, thank you!
The pleasure is all mine 😊