Louise Bogan (1897-1970)

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Song for the Last Act

Now that I have your face by heart, I look  
Less at its features than its darkening frame  
Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame,  
Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd’s crook.  
Beyond, a garden. There, in insolent ease
The lead and marble figures watch the show  
Of yet another summer loath to go
Although the scythes hang in the apple trees.

Now that I have your face by heart, I look.

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read  
In the black chords upon a dulling page  
Music that is not meant for music’s cage,
Whose emblems mix with words that shake and bleed.  
The staves are shuttled over with a stark  
Unprinted silence. In a double dream  
I must spell out the storm, the running stream.  
The beat’s too swift. The notes shift in the dark.

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read.

Now that I have your heart by heart, I see
The wharves with their great ships and architraves;  
The rigging and the cargo and the slaves
On a strange beach under a broken sky.
O not departure, but a voyage done!
The bales stand on the stone; the anchor weeps
Its red rust downward, and the long vine creeps  
Beside the salt herb, in the lengthening sun.

Now that I have your heart by heart, I see.