Gregory Orr – Ⅴ

Part Five (A Selection) 

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His song was about the world,

She sang of what she saw,

And yet it was always

The beloved’s own being

That was the theme

Of that beautiful music.

 

Sometimes it was words,

Sometimes only the body’s

Movements or an expression

Fleeting across the face.

 

And now the singer himself

Has fled. Now her silence

Is absolute.

 

Now I open the Book,

Hoping to hear that song again.