Valse Triste, Franz von Vecsey, Belle Ting Violin 丁章媛

"The tea is bitter; I remove the bag casually
to the napkin by my cup, and soon enough find its white field, too,
staining steadily as a browning edge of leaf, spreading
like the inevitable twilight, like an awareness of music,
like the lamp light that is drowning in the known winter outside...
Or say a letter does
pass through winding alleys to a secret address, where the words
are reversed in a painter’s mirror, in the shadow of a dance
that is the silhouette of flowers on a peeling wall.
Delivered so, they are no longer the same words; they drift
on an expanse of water, held in the surges and ripples of waves...
Hands on the wheel and looking straight ahead in the mirror,
you take the past born between us and in silence drive off."
-Leung Ping-kwan, Stainings from City at the End of Time
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