Ingmar Bergman

Ingmar Bergman.

On the island of Faro, Sweden,
the rabbits that frolic
by the shore, stop and listen
when the old man play Mahler
on his gramophone

Why they gather by this summer
shore no one knows;

perhaps they, like us, came from
the sea and found ease here on
the calm strand between restless
seas and darksome forest.

The old maestro is
dead, perhaps he lived longer
than he wanted to.

There is silence on the island,
as rabbits wait for Mahler’s
music to begin and ease their
ancient fears.