For Nat Lipstadt
In response to Nat's deeply moving poem that included me, I now dedicate this 2007 poem to Nat, who I am sure, knows exactly what it means.
She smiled as she
set her lips into
most agreeable motion -
her larynx flexing to
modulate the passing air.
The sequenced air waves
shook my auric drums
and journeyed to my soul.
Out of my reservoir
of ritual response
my lower face
turned a congenial curve.
Two puffs of air
pulsed my vocal folds,
were filtered
by my tongue and lips
and formed a sonic pattern
she was sure to know,
“Thank you.”
December, 2007
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
For Nat Lipstadt
In response to Nat's deeply moving poem that included me, I now dedicate this 2007 poem to Nat, who I am sure, knows exactly what it means.
She smiled as she
set her lips into
most agreeable motion -
her larynx flexing to
modulate the passing air.
The sequenced air waves
shook my auric drums
and journeyed to my soul.
Out of my reservoir
of ritual response
my lower face
turned a congenial curve.
Two puffs of air
pulsed my vocal folds,
were filtered
by my tongue and lips
and formed a sonic pattern
she was sure to know,
“Thank you.”
December, 2007
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