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    na, mula noong 24 Enero, 2006, ang nakitambay dito

Many Feathers
Tuesday, November 13, 2007


Many feathers. In the silence of many feathers.
- Robert Bly

Today my window spoke to me
in the language of leaves,
told me of gravity and the tired
hands of twilight day after day
pulling at the trees’ thousand fingers,
the trees with their lifetime of cycles,
the wind, its invisible wings.

I have seen things only words
will outlive
, it said. But even words
kneel before the silence of feathers.
Once a poet peered inside the hollow
of a tree and discovered words,
and now I steal from him, repeat
his curved consonants, the illusion
of presence. In the secret,
dim light I run my hands over
the carcass of some dead creature
he might have seen
still heaving its last sighs.

A window knows nothing
of the sorrows of speech,
the weight of things breaking
as wind carries them away
from tongue. Darkness
moves against darkness,
night dresses its sleepy body
in shadows, whispers its stories,
and my window speaks
what it sees. While I see
only what is spoken:

A poet peers inside a tree and sees
carvings across the corridors of a temple.
I walk down a temple’s corridors
and see the silhouette of a crow,
many feathers, a door
swinging idly in its jamb. I see
wide windows and leaves fluttering
in their furtive language. Leave
me be, then, so that I may speak,
and you may see. The curtains are drawn,
and so let the sounds call forth things,
and let them break, let their shards
wound our ears.
Let all things broken
heal as they please.
posted by mdlc @ 7:08 AM  
8 Comments:
  • At 4:25 PM, Blogger Mr. Gray said…

    Wasak!

     
  • At 5:22 PM, Blogger mikael said…

    di nga? salamat bok. pero parang may butas pa diyan, e sa may bandang dulo. ayusin ko pa.

     
  • At 6:03 PM, Anonymous En Villasis said…

    kainggit naman ng tulang to.

    kael, salamat pala dun sa pagpanel sa ANWW at sa mga boy bastos na jokes at paglasing kay ser egay.


    ang nalilibugan kay phan thi kim puc,


    en villasis

     
  • At 6:53 PM, Blogger mikael said…

    salamat din, en. timbrehan ninyo ako pag may inuman, dadaan ako kung kaya.

     
  • At 9:43 AM, Anonymous En said…

    kael,

    napadaan ulit para sabihing nagplaplano kaming uminom sa sarah's (sa may krus na ligas) bukas. daan ka. heto nga pala ang yahoo group:

    http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ANWW

     
  • At 5:22 PM, Anonymous ipis said…

    "...so let the sounds call forth things,
    and let them break, let their shards
    wound our ears."

    pwede....

     
  • At 3:16 AM, Blogger corin said…

    hi kael! dumaan lang po.

    been reading this one a few times, can't help but comment. ang ganda!

     
  • At 6:38 AM, Anonymous susan ople said…

    curved consonants - ang galing!

     
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