splendid music starts my soul to stir
My name is Zyra Álvarez Claudius. I am nineteen years old, and a student at Bristol University studying Mathematics with Study in Continental Europe. During the Summer I have been home in Falmouth, Cornwall, writing poetry and working in a shop.
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A Cup of Two Teas
While she speaks, I am struck
by the beauty
of the act.
–
Each idea is astoundingly astute
and sharply perceptive,
and the eloquence
of their conveyance
is marvellous
in and of itself.
–
It’s true her meaning’s wondrous like the woods,
yet soon my sense is carried high above
(the gist her words transmit) towards their song,
and splendid music starts my soul to stir.
Her voice is beauty. Full and fluid rush
it’s ebb and flow, it’s rise and fall of pitch,
it’s choice delays —
which add suspense to the tune,
which are the shade to the light of her voice,
whose presence is needed to appreciate the noise from which they’re carved —
and meaning’s mere and left behind as soars
my raised attention borne on wings of sound.
–
The music demands,
and of course receives,
graceful and sensuous dance.
At each select fermata, her lips
are held — slightly apart — poised
to lightly kiss and once again
cavort to the tune of her
words. They couple,
uncouple, and twist
into a captivating smile,
which has the effect of teasing
at that which it guards: Her tongue,
occasionally stroking air, only to abscond
itself as a skittish faerie in the moonlight
once more behind its softly joining
and enjoining ingress.
–
Each —
her meaning,
her music,
her dance
— passionately overshadows,
and at once succumbs
to the other two; as the ingenuity of her
observations renders all but her
meaning obsolete,
so too the rush and trip of sound
controls and beats away all sense and motion, and the
salacious dance of scarlet flesh
obliterates exactly that which it conceives.
–
In the midst of this trinity
of woven style and substance
my attention is frantically
changing, shifting,
but still
motionless in awe. Is it any
wonder then that, in this impossible,
primordial duality of awareness,
there are born ideas
and feelings which — coming
at once from nothing as from impossibility
itself — give rise to humanity’s most
contradictory and impossible dimension
in a deep and unguarded
corner of my heart?
Zyra Álvarez Claudius, Falmouth
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