Favourite Poem from High School
A green lowland of pianos
Text by Czeslaw Milosz, after the Polish of Jerzy Harasymowicz
Set by Samuel Barber
in the evening
as far as the eye can see
herds
of black pianos
up to their knees
in the mire
they listen to the frogs
they gurgle in water
with chords of rapture
they are entranced
by froggish, moonish spontaneity
after the vacation
they cause scandals
in a concert hall
during the artistic milking
suddenly they lie down
like cows
looking with indifference
at the white flowers
of the audience
at the gesticulating
of the ushers
(comments forthcoming)
1 Comments:
What wonderful, freeing imagery! Very Tom-Robbins-ish, which is always a good thing.
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