New Pond Song 3.52
There can be dialectical idols G&B 271
high clouds in the mudflats__an egret turns in a pool
this thin white vertical__a day people call beautiful
there’s a bench in the bright sun__a young man sits at an angle
there talking softly to himself__the egret flies with legs adangle
2 thoughts on “High clouds in the mudflats”
I like the economical picture of the egret: thin white vertical, then the manner of flight – and the presence of the young man on that bench. I don’t remember seeing him in previously in the series. He and the bird seem absorbed each in their own world. The poem is the sum of it all, I suppose.
That makes me feel better about this particular song. I intentionally made it different. I wasn’t sure it worked. The Song (or Sung, 960-1279) aesthetic of “blandness” is something I like to think about (your own aesthetic is close to this, I believe?) You showed me the implicit connection between the image of the egret and the one of the young man. I suppose I identified with both!