one of Gibbon’s
will denote ME! CP 66
shining voices; they descend
like a flock of wild swans to the water.
The white wing plumage folds;
they float on the lake – seven
stars reflected among the reeds.
Tonight, the Seven Little Sisters,
daughters of the Moon will come down
to bathe or wash their summer dresses.
They wear costumes of the seven
rainbow colors, they wear feather
mantles they can lift in sea winds
raised by their singing, and so rise
flying, soaring, until they fade
as the moon dawns; their voices dwindle
and die out in the North Woods, over
Australian bush, from Spartan
dancing grounds and African beaches.
They have returned to the sky
for the last time, and even
Electra’s weeping over Troy is stilled.
What girl or star sings now
like a swan on the Yellow River? CP 89;
CODA: Song for the New Year
At midnight over the smoke-hole….
reappears at dawn (heliacal
rising) glittering in pale sky….
The moon, too, dies in light
and returns at dusk, a crescent
signaling with sun and star
time at its turning-point.
through their winding shells,
but shepherds through ram’s horns;
bells clang in the steeples.
of ghosts and the year’s rubbish;
chain dancers prance through the streets
and turn into dragons; firecrackers
pop; steam-whistles shriek.
The event is both social and astral,
an end, but not final,
a beginning that will end:
a serpent with his tail tucked into his mouth. TWT 60