Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Black Lines

by Jaye Freyer

It was here I heard the loon's long lay,
A piercing moving melody, a voice foreign and strange
A visitor strangely alone, swimming
on the currents of the lake.
Here my thoughts fly forth
in the weighted willing wonder of a song
Rhetoric and logic left behind
Like the body of this heavy awkward bird
Whose voice is to the wilderness
What my thoughts are to a complicated earth ~
A sleek and sensuous singing to the others of my kind
An echo of a lyric music launched from lean black lines



Kandinsky's 'Black Lines' from
the Guggenheim Museum collection.
I was fortunate enough to see a loon up close on an Adirondack lake and its song was hauntingly beautiful.  Not long before I had seen this painting, Black Lines, by Vasily Kandinsky; the colors bursting from the black lines made me think of both the song of the loon and about poetry - how something incredible can burst out of few little black lines on a page.


4 comments:

Frederick said...

A lovely hymn to poetry itself.

jf said...

I like this one!

Amy said...

very inspirational, especially in conjunction with the painting by KAndinsky. Thank you for sharing.

Sæmundr said...

My first thought was that the similarity between the loon’s song and the narrator’s voice would be the audience—empty wilderness vs. a misunderstanding world—but it’s a very interesting idea to instead emphasize the source of both as being similar.