Issue Thirty-Nine - Winter 2022

Poems Out of Music

By Christopher Nye

Fanny Mendelssohn, Piano Sonata in G minor, Scherzo


I see you darn the autumn air
at the lake’s edge,
back and forth,
back and forth,
as if the fabric of sunlight
and shadow needed repair,
and this frayed seam
where water meets land
could not go into winter
without your skilled attention.
Blue needle
on transparent wings,
you cruise into swarms
of gnats and snap them
out of the morning air.
Your compound eyes
that cannot close
see the wide arc
of lake and reeds,
reflections of trees, vast sky
the same blue as your body.
Can you see what I can’t–
maybe sylphs that ride and relish
the burgeoning breeze?
I suppose you
cannot know joy or regret,
yet you touch the tripwire
for a flood of thoughts
and make me wonder
why I am on earth at all,
alone by the lake
on a Sunday morning
before the heat has
climbed into the day.

from 3:24 to 6:52

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