Chitra Ganesh, How to Assemble a Flying Car (detail), 2018, linocut on tan BFK Rives. Courtesy of the artist & Durham Press.
Taxim from the Café Amane
The only grief that matters
stands by the staircase
unable to go out without a hat.
It secretly selects love-torn
articles that contain the moon
slavering far above the Bosphorus.
Those huge luminous speckles—
people!—seem mere raindrops
bearing November anguish
across trees waiting for snow
to circulate its tell-tale tracks.
Grief selects moments when light
disappears from the walls
and only rectangles converse
in scraps of torn pages,
a remembered hair-thick cigarette.
Then music—light invisible!—sparkles,
splays, and grows dim again
in a few directionless quaverings.
So much, so fleeting! Why in my palace
is it always raining? the pasha laments,
turning a shell in his fastidious hand,
reminded of the collection of ruins
he presides over, their lures
stretching shelf upon self,
ever more obscure.
A “taxim” is a modal improvisation that never breaks into rhythm, though it often foreshadows a song. An “amane” is a wailing cry. Depending on a singer’s artistry, it can take up the whole of a vocalized taxim.
Robin Magowan is a poet and travel writer who lives and works in the Berkshire Mountains of northwestern Connecticut. Among his books are a travel collection, Improbable Journeys, and an autobiography, Memoirs of a Minotaur. His most recent book of poems is The Rim of Dawn, published by Pasdeloup Press. (updated 4/2006)