Ivory Black [In the white and in the soot]

    In the white and in the soot

    in the burnt senses of touch I write

    before starting the fast

 

    Forgiveness for what will be and the sun

        Remains upon the sun

    The calligraphic line at dawn

    Makes John uneasy

    (how I would have liked to sup with those twelve)

I hear the forgiveness in this scale

    followed by a sad adaggieto

    The harp            Rain

    The horizontal

And may derision fall upon the public square