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May 11, 2009


Terrific post. And what a fascinating and fruitful subject is repetition. I mean to reread Kierkegaard on the subject. And even as I write that sentence, I feel as if I have said it before.

What a wonderful blog!

Yes, you're so right about incantatory repetition in Lorca. I hadn't thought to associate it with death, but yes, exactly! His paralellism also reaches him from the traditional song, which is part of his poetic DNA! Here's another poem in which all those elements are present:

Rider's Song

Distant and lonely.

Black little horse, big moon,
olives in my saddlebags,
even though I know the roads
I'll never get to Cordoba.

Across the plain, through the wind,
black little horse, red moon,
death is watching me
from the towers of Cordoba.

Ah, how long the road!
Ah, my brave little horse!
Ah, but death awaits me
before I get to Cordoba.

Distant and lonely!

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I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark

from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman


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