Wednesday, September 5, 2012


-schoenberg’s romance-
Before he drove head-long into it
sticking his neck 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 would.
The spine of the cactus was later to pierce
the wall-flowers in their ears.
But earlier, Tovelille listened to all of it.
Schoenberg danced with Tove,
one on the one-way road;— one to the twelve-
tone row.
                          

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