When Ice Melts to Green / Diane Block
Like Gaea to the planet and Demeter to the forsaken and forlorn, Diane Block hears the cries of society’s so-called losers, enters the jails, heals and lightens the lives that inhabit them and her creations. Diane is more than an accomplished musician, she is a virtuoso whose violin mastery causes the listener to levitate, to then seek the clouds in her poetry. —Art Gatti
When Ice Melts to Green / Del deshielo al verdor, bilingual edition, translated into Spanish by Roberto Mendoza Ayala and Arthur Gatti, displays amazing digital images created by the Mexican artist Alonso Venegas, and it is the twenty-sixth title of the "Bridges" bilingual poetry series, published by Darklight in New York City.
PSALM: TO A VIOLIN
arm of my arm body of my body you wear your cracked skin cradle crook of elbow
fold into me your scroll my lid your peg my bone your bridge my tongue you burn vowels green vein wound the skin
treble strings my gut sing sotto voce wound to taut pitch blood quaver pulsate inner lobe
when all is spent a frame of blue
who will have you when I am gone? arm of my arm blood of my blood body of my body
