Thursday, June 28, 2012

POEM: "La Musica Divina"

La Musica Divina

                  Tu lascerai ogne cosa diletta
                  più caramente; e questo è quello strale
                  che l'arco de lo essilio pria saetta.

                  Dante, Paradiso

Boethius makes a deal with music:
I feel most comfortable at night
Accept my arc, I leave you alone
A perfect island far from Rome
Points to the world’s dark ways
And every dawn I see the singer
Felled by an axe or an arrow
Music so naturally a part of us
We can’t be free even if we wanted
Prison another thing altogether.

© 2012 Rob Schackne

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