Performed by Maria Callas
I hear it for the first time, in the bedroom,
over the buzz of the ceiling fan,
and it is so graceful it's as if she were
a falcon flying or salmon swimming.
It is that instinctive.
And I only know some Italian
but it doesn't matter.
I don't even want to see the translation.
The way it sounds, her voice, is so much
more than words could ever speak.
I lay there, small amongst the giant notes
that billow in the evening air.
I picture bursting waves over rocks at sea,
Both tension and release,
but mostly release.
Alexandra Ustach
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