Magnolias
Nocturne No. 9
The leaves like dozing eyelids fall Onto a long siesta’s empty Street, where they indulge in blending Dreams of the wind’s amoral call The eyes of countless serfs and kings Are closed and lost behind those leaves— Unsearchable for worldly reasons Why they admired the same frail things Miranda, give me the strength to find Among the deep magnolias The singular and holiest Of faces—the one that speaks your mind
[cover image: John Everard]
This is remarkable, Huck. I stopped at the Miranda/deep magnolias stanza and searched for a visual of a deep magnolia, found a somewhat contemporary haiku by Takashi Matsumoto —
木蓮の花びら風に折れてあり
(roughly: magnolia’s petals bent and fallen in the wind)
— and went back to the first stanza of the poem, /dreams of the wind’s amoral call/… and I am still drifting in between the images. Thank you.