The Next Revolution
How we long to overthrow
ourselves, transgress
boundaries,
borders, races, states
how we long for a
language
that is no language at
all
but cadences in the
tongue
of sparrow, sea, shell,
silence –
here, now, trying to make
words
sing like birds or
violins
like without speaking;
and
all the time beyond the
window
the snowdrops and catkins doing their thing
from All the Missing Names of Love; Roselle Angwin, IDP April 2012
Words can sing like birds, or violins, in several ways.
ReplyDeleteThere is a story of a 'singing pen', the sound that the dip pen made when scripture was being revealed by Baha'u'llah, Persian prophet-founder of the Baha'i Faith; as if the words held joy, and sang when meeting the paper, making the divine visible.
And, of course a voice can croon and warble like a bird or violin, if there is a gift for it. Most of us screech, literally or metaphorically.
Your posts are small treasures, Roselle.
Margaret Lambert
Margaret, thank you. This is lovely: 'as if the words held joy, and sang when meeting the paper, making the divine visible'... :-)
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