Poems May 2011
Illustration from Parsifal
for J. D. McClatchy
While resting in the dim-lit inner study,
I pulled a book down from the shelf—a dusty
old retelling of the opera, its once scarlet
cover crumbled now, faded to a claret’s
brittle blood-purple. With care, I spread
a page, as one draws back the drapes,
not wanting to be seen. Inside, a youth, golden-
haired, marches undaunted toward his longed-
for future, the margin’s blank. Beyond it, the treasure
he seeks. Walking at his back, two austerer
figures: a woman, who grips one dangling tress
of his tawny pelt as her lowered head rests
against his shoulder; and an old man, his beard
meager on a face pinched by hunger for bread,
who carries on his spindly shoulders the past
and in satchels at his side. He taps
the garland of fine-penciled earth with his tapered
staff, as if to stir the souls of those who predate
this moment—under the red dust, the veil
of aging paper, those people who no longer live.
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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 29 Number 9, on page 30
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