Two poems for Saint Cecilia’s Day

SAINT CECILIA AT THE PIANO. PAINTING BY MAX ERNST
SAINT CECILIA AT THE PIANO. PAINTING BY MAX ERNST
Painting by Max Ernst

SAINT CECILIA’S BURNING (Montevideo, November 22nd, 2010)

Saint Cecilia

You hurt me, hurt me

hurt me so

You brought me life

and took it all

left me

a beggar

without an instrument

You made me love

mirages

ivory slums

and giant midgets too

with their ant bands

You dazzled with your heavenness

your piano milk

the honeyed silk

of melodies

unknown

and yet dreamed of

You lured and charmed

and cast your spells

as pagan as the Celts

and the Olympian bards

You sang from church

but led me into hell

and now I burn

and long not for escape

SAINT CECILIA’S BRANDING (Montevideo, November 22nd, 2010)

The turbulence

the kairosness

of you and me

Cecilia of the days

of silence and of

instant sounds

that grow to form

that monster,

music hone

that does control us all

without our stir

and makes us beggars

of our own accord

and thus instilled engraved

in branding iron burnt

your puppets we remain

for our remaining days

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