Introduction

Music: Fugue in F# major By Dimitri Shostakovich. Sequenced by J. Marques.

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Perhaps you want a moment for reflection Or a glimpse of someone's struggles with perfection. Even greyhounds need a clear, still light To bring them to the precipice of night. Rest here, then, where joys and sorrows blend; Yearning needs no goal and has no end. Be like a bell, and let me be your tongue: Your thoughts will toll when I've your passions rung. Nor can I know what words will strike your ears: In poems one's life transfigures what one hears. Clear words contain a silence still as glass, Horizons as remote as distant brass, Old meanings darting luminous in pools Like light caught in the blaze of well-cut jewels. All this exists like sound without a bell; So be its instrument, and listen well. Give my poems the courtesy of space; Often they need room to show their grace. Reason works quite wonderfully by day; Darkness must be grasped another way. On you the moon, with muted, mirrored beams, Now casts its lace of memories and dreams.