{"id":1294,"date":"2012-03-21T13:01:40","date_gmt":"2012-03-21T17:01:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stlydias.org\/blog\/?p=1294"},"modified":"2012-03-21T13:03:31","modified_gmt":"2012-03-21T17:03:31","slug":"song-for-the-last-act","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/2012\/03\/song-for-the-last-act\/","title":{"rendered":"Song for the Last Act"},"content":{"rendered":"
by Louise Bogan<\/p>\n
Now that I have your face by heart, I look<\/div>\n
Less at its features than its darkening frame<\/div>\n
Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame,<\/div>\n
Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd\u2019s crook.<\/div>\n
Beyond, a garden. There, in insolent ease<\/div>\n
The lead and marble figures watch the show<\/div>\n
Of yet another summer loath to go<\/div>\n
Although the scythes hang in the apple trees.<\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

Now that I have your face by heart, I look.<\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read<\/div>\n
In the black chords upon a dulling page<\/div>\n
Music that is not meant for music\u2019s cage,<\/div>\n
Whose emblems mix with words that shake and bleed.<\/div>\n
The staves are shuttled over with a stark<\/div>\n
Unprinted silence. In a double dream<\/div>\n
I must spell out the storm, the running stream.<\/div>\n
The beat\u2019s too swift. The notes shift in the dark.<\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read.<\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

Now that I have your heart by heart, I see<\/div>\n
The wharves with their great ships and architraves;<\/div>\n
The rigging and the cargo and the slaves<\/div>\n
On a strange beach under a broken sky.<\/div>\n
O not departure, but a voyage done!<\/div>\n
The bales stand on the stone; the anchor weeps<\/div>\n
Its red rust downward, and the long vine creeps<\/div>\n
Beside the salt herb, in the lengthening sun.<\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

Now that I have your heart by heart, I see.<\/p>\n

–Read at St. Lydia’s on March 18<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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by Louise Bogan Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame, Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd\u2019s crook. Beyond, a garden. There, in insolent ease The lead and marble figures watch the show Of yet another […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1294"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1294"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1294\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1296,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1294\/revisions\/1296"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1294"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1294"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stlydiasliturgy.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1294"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}