They waltze to the memory of those past times
A child is chasing after the setting sun in my eyes
A step forward, hidden lights of fates come to night
A step backward, unveiled darkness of facts back to sight
The edge of faces is where i should wait and stay
Till beauty dance me to the curves of another day
I just saw the MET Opera production of DER ROSENCAVALIER (The Knight of the White Rose) which is set in a waltz-drenched Vienna. The waltz becomes the symbol of what is most desireable in human life; the duration of the dance is perfection, but the music always stops and the real world of problems and betrayals rushes in and spoils the joy. But the memory of that perfect moment lingers. Your poem captures perfectly the sentiments of the Strauss/Hofmanstahl opera.
Till beauty dance me to the curves of another day...wonderful depiction. Beautiful poem shared. Thanks.
Hi Anne, your poem is so beautiful, even without going deep to understand its meaning, I love it.
Your poem mixes images of darkness and light but by the end they have been harmonized into one wholeness - BEAUTY. The second stanza shows this dynamic clearly in the steps of the waltz: in the forward step FATE BRINGS LIGHT AND. DARK TOGETHER; in the backward step DARKNESS is UNVEILED and people are no longer blind. And the speaker realizes if she is patient the dance will create a presence of BEAUTY in which day itself will dance (BEAUTY DANCE ME INTO THE CURVES OF ANOTHER DAY) . You seem to contrasting and then harmonizing the somber remembrance of the past (WALTZ itself) and an imaginative play with the past (A CHILD CHASING AFTER) . Beauty embodies the dance and the dancer. Beauty triumphs over negativity in your poem.
I was listening Leonard Cohen's song Take This Waltz, i regard him as a great bard. Poets are always observing, his image is like the 'i', always stand on the edge of thousands of faces, sing to homeless hearts and bring them back to beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have to come to Hellada and stay in Hydra, the island, where Kohen stayed for a long period and wrote his first poems and music.