#2269 -- riddle of the idyll

 

2269

7.76

18.iii.26

riddle of the idyll

another concert piece for Glazunov’s ‘Idyll for horns and strings in D maj’

 

I work at a fold in the day

that’s where we’ve gone

 

say grove

say bee loud

dragon flit

 

all the weight of the past

all the future lifts

 

be ripe

and let a breeze here

feather fall and leaf

 

set off on the spot

so then there’s this tune

 

the idyll sticks

for divination

fallen till the ground

 

a dusk

then creekside

 

and even in the undertuck

glow with the light lasting day

 

run rings around myself just now

there’s a loose end tied