The face of love for alto clarinet and piano


Poem by S N Solomons inspired by Prévert’s Le tendre et dangereux visage de l’amour

The face of love
tender and perilous
came to me at dusk
after a livelong day.

It could have been an archer
with his bow
or else a harpist
with his harp.

I cannot tell
cannot recall.

All that I know
he pierced me
with a shaft
or with a song.

All that I know
he pierced me
to my heart
straight and forever.

Unbearable burning
wound of love.
© S N Solomons