Ingmar Bergman Ii Poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell

Ingmar Bergman
I sit to watch the dark things
that flicker on the screen before me,

And bow my head to the existential genius, and
The king of dark heaven

He raises his magic wand and,
like an evil magician,
he touches off a dark storm
that turns slowly in the sky

A sea of lonliness,
A sea of beautiful emptiness
Washes over me

A black and white aether,
like something I saw in a dream years ago

As an old man dies, he whispers
'I'll be closer to you now than when I lived'