A Cup of Two Teas – Zyra Álvarez Claudius

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.

Thank you Zyra for your decision to support our project and share your talent.

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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