Thursday, February 10, 2011
"Voluptuous sorrow holds us like a cobweb"
Moonlight fills the laurels
Like music. The moonlit
Air does not move. Your white
Face moves towards my face.
Holds us like a cobweb
Like a song, a perfume, the moonlight.
From "Confusion of the Senses" by Kenneth Rexroth. You can read the complete poem and listen to a recording of it at this interview with poet Sam Hamill. A very good article by Hamill on Rexroth can be found here.
The Embrace, Gustav Klimt (1862-1918)