TO SING THROUGH STONE: work in progress
4 Tiriata
If it is true that gods speak through humans
But not to them directly, why
Let the dogs howl at midnight. But tell me
Who plucked the qin, strummed the ruan
So the tunes flew into every seashell
To please children?
You told me about these old instruments
As if the nor’wester played them
The way it plays trees (but not their shadows).
Why do men bend the straightest branch?
They break it, then pretend it was hollow
And held a song.
4 Tiriata
If it is true that gods speak through humans
But not to them directly, why
Let the dogs howl at midnight. But tell me
Who plucked the qin, strummed the ruan
So the tunes flew into every seashell
To please children?
You told me about these old instruments
As if the nor’wester played them
The way it plays trees (but not their shadows).
Why do men bend the straightest branch?
They break it, then pretend it was hollow
And held a song.
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