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Elisabeth
01 April 2010 @ 02:46 am
April is National Poetry Month
So for the third (or is it fourth?) year in a row, I will be posting one poem every day. Don't worry non-poetry fans, all will be under a cut.

Bach, Winter
Bach must have known
how something flutters away
when you turn to face the face
you caught sideways in a mirror
in a hall at dusk
and how the smell of apples
in a bowl can stop the heart
from beating, for an instant,
between sink and stove
in the dead of winter when stars
of ice have spread
across the windows and everything
is perfectly still
until you catch the sound
of something lost and shy
beating its wings
against those darkening stars.
And then: music.
        —Jane Mead
 
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LB: dark willowevangelin1202 on April 1st, 2010 07:34 am (UTC)
This is so beautiful.
My favorite part:
until you catch the sound
of something lost and shy
beating its wings
against those darkening stars.
Elisabeth: btvs. there's nothing wrong with you.kissingdaylight on April 3rd, 2010 04:06 am (UTC)
I'm glad to share anything people enjoy.

I love your icon, btw.
a fatalistic farmer?sparklestarsy on April 2nd, 2010 02:05 am (UTC)
best line break ever---- "stars/ of ice"....


ALSO, I'm glad you're doing this. I'm attempting again, as I attempt every year, to actually do the same. We'll see how long into April I make it.

I haven't logged into LJ in a long time.
Elisabeth: actors. summer: and smiles in summer.kissingdaylight on April 3rd, 2010 04:09 am (UTC)
I hope you do! As you know, you are the one that started me on this.

I'm sure you'd have such good poems to share. I look forward to reading them. Even if you don't make it every day, you should still post whenever you think about it this month!