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Music: Laila Salins - voice and chamber jazz ensemble
Poetry: Anne Sexton
Photo: Laila Salins
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The Fury of Sunrises
Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars,
the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger, dawn coming up,
dark blue, no stars, the smell of a lover, warmer now
as authentic as soap, wave after wave of lightness
and the birds in their chains going mad with throat noises,
the birds in their tracks yelling into their cheeks like clowns,
lighter, lighter, the stars gone, the trees appearing in their green hoods,
the house appearing across the way, the road and its sad macadam,
the rock walls losing their cotton, lighter, lighter,
letting the dog out and seeing fog lift by her legs, a gauze dance,
lighter, lighter, yellow, blue at the tops of trees,
more God, more God everywhere, lighter, lighter,
more world everywhere, sheets bent back for people,
the strange heads of love and breakfast, that sacrament, lighter, yellower, like the yolk of eggs, the flies gathering at the windowpane,
the dog inside whining for food and the day commencing,
not to die, not to die, as in the last day breaking, a final day digesting itself, lighter, lighter, the endless colors, the same old trees stepping toward me, the rock unpacking its crevices, breakfast like a dream
and the whole day to live through, steadfast, deep, interior.
After the death, after the black of black, this lightness,—
not to die, not to die— that God begot.
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released January 28, 2013
Performers: Laila Salins, vocals; Jamie Reynolds, piano
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