On Watching "Doctor Zhivago" With The Sound OffA Poem by W.k.kortas
There is a certain shock, not from the silence itself
But of its revelations, the laying bare Of the utter superfluence of language In all which unfolds before us, the testament mute But imbued with all the power of an orchestra In full-throated fortissimo Delivered through the panorama of the vast steppes, The bounty of their Junes, The desolation of their Januarys The visage of the doomed Strelnikov, The darting glances of the chameleonesque Komarovsky, His eyes scuttling to and fro like dark cockroaches, And most of all by the unquiet, not-of-this world gaze Of Yuri Andreyevich, a stare which tells tales Of how fleeting this world's happiness will be, How final and inescapable its sadness, And as he stumbles and falls in his mad, final pursuit Of a grail which is unheeding, unseeing, Always just a step out of reach, The dialogue is not a necessity, For we have a trove of our own words and experience To attest to the veracity of the scene in question. © 2022 W.k.kortasFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on January 13, 2022 Last Updated on January 13, 2022 Tags: somewheresilentmylove AuthorW.k.kortasParts Unknown. Our high school wrestling teams were unbeaten for decades.AboutAs I am every bit as much a mercenary b*****d as the next guy, you can now find a collection of my poems, entitled The Romeo Letters & Other Poems, available for purchase at https://www.createspace.co.. more..Writing
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