The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

Yahrzeit oud sarangi

for my parents
for our cats, our crayfish, our fish
for our friends who have left us

this is my best playing, my best offering, my gift to you
so silent perhaps, invisible, one is roomless, sightless,
one has lost everything, but this, lamentations and sublime,
if there were a case in the world, an instance, if there were
a poetry, poetics, holding back, retaining, of a remnant,
silence of philosophy, one is without birth, and surplus,
and of those

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