<For Robert Graves>
Old soliloquies in wood and ash
Composed a paused afternoon.
One bird continued.
From terraced fields,
Faint arias ascended La Serra de Tramuntana
In aural shades of Callet, Manto Negro and Syrah.
Over wild olives and mosaiced roofs,
A pale line between sea and sky emerged:
Transcribed Lapis Lazuli fused to Turquoise
In blue phrases of morning.
At Es Puia,
In viridity of all this growing light,
Rosemary winds painted still horizons
From ancient Lieders of the day.
In perfect remains of the lost spring,
One bird continued.
It was best to send friends away,
And remain alone in phrases of morning
With soliloquies of one bird
In turquoise, wood and ash.