Sunday, January 14, 2007

Sonnet and First Meditation on Saariaho's Graal Theatre

xiv.

And who was I before the womb? By what
Formless spirit did I explore the dark
Boundaries and blue eternal depths, caught
Nameless, unnameable, silent, unmarked,
My first labored thoughts and cries unheard in
The pre-genesis of vacuum and space.
Could I have been, or had being, within
Such unformed dimension of time and place?
By what mechanism was I undreamed
Without first the imagination or
Presence by which intelligence could scheme
Or contrive such worlds as minds could explore.
Why this purposeless void of light and sound
And mysterious blackness all around.


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