Gérard Souzay* (December 8, 1918) - August 17, 2004)
the soul expires
soft
cradled in death
sad but not self-regarding:
a man's voice
but chaste
carved
like flecks of beauteous marble.
it is a voice
garlanded on forgiveness
embracing
the latitudes of human despair
gently chiding.
not just innocence and belief
but the hard knowledge of survival
and the ache
the distant yearning
that haunts our commonwealth.
Extase
Beauté
Absence
the songlines that parse the weary soul home:
Ruh'n in Frieden alle Seelen.
* "I can only offer my emotions when I sing"
Gar Jones – 2004
the soul expires
soft
cradled in death
sad but not self-regarding:
a man's voice
but chaste
carved
like flecks of beauteous marble.
it is a voice
garlanded on forgiveness
embracing
the latitudes of human despair
gently chiding.
not just innocence and belief
but the hard knowledge of survival
and the ache
the distant yearning
that haunts our commonwealth.
Extase
Beauté
Absence
the songlines that parse the weary soul home:
Ruh'n in Frieden alle Seelen.
* "I can only offer my emotions when I sing"
Gar Jones – 2004