Winter light (1)

                    white and                     shadows

          trail the lawn

                                                  a match flare

tree shapes                                                             flicker and flail

                              clinkers in the grate

      and a gate

               yawns

                                   on its hinges

                    [ May night more swiftly make is way (2)

                                                            *

                    somewhere in the margins a music begins

                     (somewhere warmth)

                     we cling to what's left of life in the heart's

                     hearth

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(1) Title of a film by Ingmar Bergman

(2) Variant on the famous last line of Rilke's Spanish Trilogy

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Rilke's "time now for heartwork" . . . and a search for a landscape of interiors. The ways this is lingual, and a music we cling to.