Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Adieu



The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton





Inspired by Pablo Neruda’s line, “The swan in the gathering darkness”,
from “Toward an Impure Poetry” in “Five Decades: Poem 1925-1970”, 
translated by Ben Belitt




In violet silence,
the swan gathers darkness within her wings
as she would her cygnets,
had she any to cull from currents mild.

The moon is full
and her feathers glisten, bright
beside an austere stream that has forgotten the sea.

Shadows beneath the water
reveal stones that once were mountains.

Delicate memories of those who passed before her
are silhouettes she might recall
under a deepening sky.
Caught within these murky swirls,
she is thoughtful in solitude.

The chill of winter edges near her sanctuary
as she accumulates graceful songs of stars
in violet silence,

beside an austere stream that has forgotten the sea.