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The World returns to its nest in a coming leap
after the seasons have pondered ends
and forgotten their defeats. Our Fall was
drawn as One by the compass in the sky.
And from there emerged the moon, jewelled
and angled as we lie. Now we find its luster
born again beneath each tree. With olive eyes
I pray to harvest you in me. In these
groves we’ve wandered and my hands have held
this vision. My fingers drip with the image
of our most blessed incision. If chance happens
to find us nestled in each egg of time,
Our yolk has left me doubtless if
this shell be yours or mine.
- written by Andrea Lucia
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Sonnet XLII
05:12
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That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.
- William Shakespare, Sonnet XLII
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It was a gentle accident; it was a photograph.
It was a violation of tendencies that twist
between your hairs. And I breathe
and I rest, silent as the wood
of which Time does tell the hours
that we’re lost like broken arrows
in the air, in the air, in the air.
Angels, devils, wind chimes, children’s eyes.
The clock is dead and we all dress in light.
Eternal Frosted Leaf, I sleep by the graves
and the owl eyes. And the children, they laugh
like battered glass fallen from the tree.
Sudden nursery rhymes, Here many things
lost in a short breath of time.
- written by Andrea Lucia
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The mountain sees the mind as it lifts
instances up on the rocks, up over
breaks of earth. Body falling, sick
from the dream colours frozen ahead.
Down at the sundial, we let hours
find and darken our belonging moments.
Down where the roots were planted
and where our heads lie, rest, still reaching.
We do want what knows us
yet keeps us far away.
As time-finders and time-keepers
we love as shapes unweld.
Up on the mountain,
where we break ourselves open.
- written by Andrea Lucia
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Sonnet Tiger Eye
05:43
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When left alone, I sing out into a tireless space.
As the voice calls, and then turns back -
briefly, it laughs. Parting, it laughs.
Piecing together strange threads of distance -
spirals and coils and laughs.
My eyes throb, still looking when they close.
Silent relief, face soft
and long visions made of
<Yesterday's>
/Sun Break\
I have told you to never stare twice,
: Tiger Eye :
With your curled and raspy lashes,
you are still looking.
- written by Andrea Lucia
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TeleSonnet Told
02:52
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Excess breaking, over.
The preconceived, left deceived.
A new stereo system lets the twilight
speak sideway glancing.
Listening unlearned.
<telephone. teleport. tepid_air.>
When exits leave you,
increasing their arousals
into your hems and folds,
the soothing waves come find you
and play with your unmoving maze.
Free to roam,
free to catch the stitches
that slip from your untethered throat.
- written by Andrea Lucia
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Sonnet Half-life Heavy
07:52
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Our bodies turn in our chaos
frail, unspoken questions.
sound saved and collected.
From where is the Book being read?
Magnetic curls of hair blow tight
around impatient wishes, praying whistles
tumbled between our lips.
The posture is getting cold, unwritten.
Two cells split between the hinge
and breaths are kept hidden.
Heavy dust makes words of power
yet these pages are unforgiving, filled.
Empty, they are condoning
like the savage space between us.
- written by Andrea Lucia
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Wayward Sonnet Drifting
06:16
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All hairs stick to honey,
a penny's head left on the ground.
Borrowed time and dead land to dress up,
these rivers leave her wild.
Analogies let go their catches
and drifters drag away their dripping edges,
hazy and hollow as the angel halo.
Raising the voice from where it dropped.
G-d lets hang his heavy, heavy eyes.
Peaks of earth left to peek under the sea.
Uncanny sights clothe naked
starlight into dream.
Have you, the spare change,
to set them free?
- written by Andrea Lucia
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Sonnet Hung
03:50
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Hung on the walls of the gallery still.
Breath held to make instants flash,
soon forgetting.
Between fingers lacing, the eyes
see never more
than carried creatures
taken to - given for the feast, the awful marriage
of a lens and turning body.
All catch this, seize what
took to last.
Limbs left looking for their past.
Driftwood lifting the funeral mast.
The seaside cove of visions,
outliving them all.
- written by Andrea Lucia
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Andrea Lucia Boston, Massachusetts
Andrea Lucia is a highly interdisciplinary artist, weaving her poetry, music and visual imagination into a composed
space.
Her music is built from the sounds of her piano, cello, guitar, flute, oud, violin, bass, percussion, and breath.
All that is heard within the music is a sketch,
a story, a conversation, or a dream.
... more
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