Robert & Miles (post de escuta)

(And I, I am no longer of that world)
Naked, he lies in the blinded room
chainsmoking, cradled by drugs, by jazz
as never by any lover's cradling flesh.
(lady of the pure black magnolias)
sobsings her sorrow and loss and fare you well,
dryweeps the pain his treacherous jailers
have released him from for a while.
His fears and his unfinished self
await him down in the anywhere streets.
He hides on the dark side of the moon,
takes refuge in a stained-glass cell,
flies to a clockless country of crystal.
Only the ghost of Lady Day knows where
he is. Only the music. And he swings
oh swings: beyond complete immortal now.

"Soledad" de Robert Hayden

(Para ouvir Flamenco Sketches de Miles Davis (Kind of Blue) clicar no poema; para ouvir Soledad, declamada pelo próprio Robert Hayden, clicar aqui)

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