From Frances Densmore's Chippewa Music:
The Sky Will Resound
it will resound finely
the sky
when I come making a noise
Because I read the Neruda first, this reminds me of something from The Book of Questions, it is here someplace, but let me transcribe it below, though I doubt it will make sense to anyone but me.
XLIX
When I see the sea once more
will the sea have seen ornate seen me?
Why do the waves ask me
the same questions I ask them?
And why do they strike the rock
with so much wasted passion?
Don't they get tired of repeating
their declaration to the sand?
The sky resounding with the questions of the sea? I am not sure what brought these two together in my mind, but I did think of the Neruda when I read Densmore piece. Minds are odd and they forge connections were they will. Densmore is the earlier work, so what reminding me of which should probably be reversed, but I read one well before I read the other, and that is the timetable I am working through. I can say one thing with certainty though, the connection has nothing to do with alcohol, as there was no consumption of such.
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