I Remember I Remember

I remember I remember the house where I was born,

there were roses made of light and a laburnum tree.

It must have been in a different country, black lady,

who sit in the chair rocking and stare at me.

I swung through the blue air towards you,

merciless Muse, with the black watch on your wrist.

The air, the air… Throw the big windows wide.

The boy is playing his violin among the stones.