This Great Stage

April 17, 2010

The way he tells it, it sounds like this guy
invented the spring’s first breeze, you know? Air
to breathe, the wind to fly on, atmosphere
incarnate:  his kingdom is like a kite,
so callow, incongruous on the ground.

Indeed, it’s one enormous piece of steel.

It’s bent, held taut by thin steel cords,
shaped like a huge kite, like it could fly. Like
it could fly to the moon and back. ‘So the deaf
can hear it sing,’ he says. He plays a chord.
‘So the blind can see it fly…’

It’s like I’m standing next to the space shuttle.
Somehow you want to shout, but can’t. You can’t
be heard. Even its silence is a palpable thing.

When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools…

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2 Responses to “This Great Stage”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    Thank you again,glittering. You read me very well. I value that greatly.


  2. “Somehow you want to shout, but can’t. You can’t
    be heard. Even its silence is a palpable thing.”

    amazingly written. loved it, especially those two lines!


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