Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Québec City: Memory II

Québec City : Memory II

You happened the way
certain Chopin's, certain ballade phrases,
wearing all their conviction,
enter my bone to claim
a place of immortality. The rose of
all things you are, inevitable, deathless
music of ancient stones. Silently you wait to
grow memories.

How is it that I arrived ?
Here music rises unheard, melodies in our flesh
and bone intensely felt, intensely lived.
Only in resignation
can we exist. Here I feel you
also taking shape, making a decided entrance
against all power.

How well I know I can never leave.
How I know you will not leave.

- Rung Potisart -
February 1999

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