Fugato (Coda)I made a song and placed it far, near God,a doublewind, a song of love;I made it out of breath, it gasped for touch.I made it in the empty mind, a thoughtof smoke, of limb and skull, of memory;I placed it far, a poem for the pure one.I taught my song the algebra of praise,it sang the praise of God, it sang in a spaceconfined to song, far, near God.A doublewind, a song of love,children pranced according to its rhythm,and all the summers heard it, the summers of smoke.I made it in my mind, and the empty skysoon filled, and the far places heard it;it gasped for God, I made it out of breath.A song, a thought, a memory of song;I made it once, and twice, and always.I made a song and placed it far;it sang the praise of God, in a space confinedto breath it sang. I made my songin the empty mind, God claimed it as his own;the song of love,the doublewind.
Hollander, Gad. "Fugato (Coda)" Voices Within the Ark: The Modern Jewish Poets. New York: Avon Books,1980.