The Poetry of Mary Lu Brandwein


Who can blow upside down the solid iron flute
with neither mouthpiece nor finger holes?
Only the old oak tree in the yard,
that bandit who steals your breath away, only he knows;
the "one who plays the stringless harp....the 'unstruck' sound..."

"Up all night listening
to the soundless flute
June" --Soen Nakagawa

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