I. Lament for Pasiphae from Songs for Mid-Winter

I. Lament for Pasiphae from Songs for Mid-Winter
Based on the poetry of Robert Graves (1895-1985)
Frederick Bayani Mabalot, Composer|Pianist
Winter Puchert, Soprano
Photography by Suzannah Hunter
Stirring suddenly from long hibernation
I knew myself once more a poet
Guarded by timeless principalities
Against the worm of death, this hillside haunting;
And presently dared open both my eyes.
O gracious, lofty, shone against from under,
Back-of-the-mind-far clouds like towers;
And you, sudden warm airs that blow
Before the expected season of new blossom,
While sheep still gnaw at roots and lambless go-
Be witness that on waking, this mid-winter,
I found her hand in mine laid closely
Who shall watch out the Spring with me.
We stared in silence all around us
But found no winter anywhere to see.
Copyright 2017