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A poem of mine
Jan. 8th, 2025 10:56 amTHE PIANO CANNOT FORGET
The piano cannot forget
it is being played out the window
of a cold, consuming, consumptive attic
so that skaters below
can cut its score in the ice
for spring to transcribe wrongly --
the antecedents’ wont.
The player cannot forget
that he will not see the buds
of the trees he has played into being again
and the stiff-lipped bark
will not say a word of thanks
but the malady lingers on --
the artist’s fond curse.
March 9, 2020
The piano cannot forget
it is being played out the window
of a cold, consuming, consumptive attic
so that skaters below
can cut its score in the ice
for spring to transcribe wrongly --
the antecedents’ wont.
The player cannot forget
that he will not see the buds
of the trees he has played into being again
and the stiff-lipped bark
will not say a word of thanks
but the malady lingers on --
the artist’s fond curse.
March 9, 2020
