Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Alec Ekmekji: Her Bell of Glass

And to hear silence
she closes all her eyes,
she lies on bare grass
beneath a glass bell
in a field hushed by
winter's frozen light;
but a song gathers
at the tips of her eyes
to rhythms of dew
blooming into ice,
and through the sun's rays
on her bell of glass
she hears the tempest
gathering in the lungs
of the glass blower
sleeping in Murano.

© 1997 Alec Ekmekji

1 comment:

sw alice street said...

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