musicpoem, sort of #1 when we were kids we took our musiclessons in madison every saturday atthe wisconsin school of music a big oldhouse with sound pouring out of every fissure from squeaks squawks scales to csardas and the goldberg variationswhen you entered the house you faced a fireplace never any fire but on themantle […]
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babylon #1
babylon #1 woke up worked drank coffee worked emails phone calls worked rearrangedmanuscript last minute stuff workedworked didn’t think a single thoughtabout you till I was driving late tochurch and the car was flooded withall that baroque music you loved so wellplayed so well it was then I bawled Iremember an oratorio we sang in […]
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First day of spring poem
First day of spring poem My snowdrops are up, shivering, but visited by honeybees, and so I offer you my mother’s love poem to my dad, written in 1924, whiletheir May marriage was pending. Because of Youby Vera Wardner (not yet Dougan) This year, because I know you,Spring is lovelier than it ever was before:The […]
