Elitere: Lyric Poetry Summary

Time is dead, and depression is hollow. Both are resistant to memory. She waits. Let the one who is diseuse call forth and break open the spell cast upon time, using her voice to penetrate the earth's floor, circle the walls of Tartarus and scratch the bowl's surface. In "Aller/Retour," the day turns to night, and the "translucent grey film cast between daylight and dark dissolving sky to lavender to mauve to white until night overcomes." There is hardly a murmur between dark and night. The secret is suspended in abandoned rooms. The light is removed as day recedes to night. The absence is full and flows; they are left as they are. The water beads in the glass rise to the rim. There is radiance in the immobility of silence as the night reveals the day. This...