Tango Valley

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SIGRID

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In your wake, the air
Will fill itself in;
The air you imagine
Is water, water
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You may move to,
Keeping abreast of it,
Riding it with ease;
Wading through
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What surrounds you,
The air around each stand
Of bamboo. And you are
As moved as the poles
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Weaving here with pleated leaves
Moved by the music of the breeze.
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BEWILDERNESS
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Through the bushes’ wedge,
Cover to a string of falls,
Water finds the divide
Between a valley’s walls,
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Moistening both sides
As it slips from ledge to ledge
To pour into some pool
Whose cold and sombre depths
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Still reflect the bright
Seam of the fall above.
Undersides of rocks
Repeat this wavy light
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Where dragonflies may pause,
Critical of how ungainly
Evolution has made us:
Pallid creatures teetering across
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Uneven stratification;
Littering the creek with our towels.

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Two poems written during a masters’ workshop conducted by Sigrid Van Tilbeurgh and Murat Erdemsel at Tango Valley, La Frayssinette, Plaisance, France.

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