Jazz Poems

COLTRANE, SYEEDA’S SONG FLUTE

FOR M & P.R.

When I came across it on the 

piano it reminded me of her, 

because it sounded like a 

happy, child’s song.

COLTRANE

To Marilyn, to Peter,

playing, making things : the walls, the stairs,

the attics, bright nests in nests;

the slow, light, grave unstitching of lies,

opening, stinking, letting in air

you bear yourselves in, become your own mother

and father,

you own child.

You lying closer.

You going along. Days.

The strobe-lit wheel stops dead

once, twice in a life: old fashioned rays:

and then all the rest of the time pulls blur,

only you remember it more, playing.

Listening here in the late quiet you can think

great things of us all, I think wwe will all, Coltrane,

meet speechless and easy in Heaven,our names

known and forgotten, all dearest, all come

giant-stepping

out into some wide, light, merciful mind..

John

Coltrane, 40, gone

right through the floorboards,

up to the shins, up to the eyes,

closed over,

Syeeda’s happy child’s song

left up here, playing.

JEAN VALENTINE

from Jazz Poems ~ Selected and Edited by Kevin Young

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