Tuesday, May 10, 2011

-schoenberg’s romance-
Before he drove head-long into it
sticking his neck out to the twelve-
tone row, 
Schoenberg turned a tonal phrase.
Schoenberg was young when they lined the walls
waiting their chance to dance with him, 
and dance with him they did.
The spine of the cactus was later to pierce
the wall-flowers through their ears.
But earlier, Tovelille listened to all of it.

Schoenberg danced with Tove,
whether bramble-thicket 
or meadow's sweep— both
dancing the one-way road, one to the twelve-
tone row.






                                    Fall River / 2011
                         











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