On the Edge of Night

February 16, 2007

Window Still Life

Paul Politis


My room and this vastness,
awake over the darkening land,-
are one. I am a string,
stretched tightly over wide
raging resonances.


Bamboo Study



 Things are violin-bodies
full of murmuring darkness:
in it dreams the weeping of women,
in it the grudge of whole
generations stir in it sleep…
I shall vibrate
like sliver; then everything
beneath me will live,
and whatever wanders lost in things
will strive toward the light
that from my dancing tone-
around which the heavens pulse-
through thin, pining rifts
into the old
abysses endlessly


Ranier Maria Rilke



Image Two Gallery One

Darek Banasek


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