A Poem, Composed.
Friday, July 16, 2010
“WHY IS HE DEAD?”
Herr Beethoven’s question might as well be
put to the Bard – excepting Time and Place –
who worries us to notice Nature’s grace
then pause at naming, lest we fail to see
perhaps young Magdalena as would he
at Cothen, then in ‘Clavierbuchlein’ trace
his subject through such contrapuntal space
portrayed in Leipzig’s solitary tree.
That trunk with branches, rooted deeply where
its leaves – as many thousand subjects – met
their fugal demonstration on the square;
Demanding Countersubjects fully set
toward harmonic realization there:
as Freedom breathes, here too Sebastian yet.
RSPGardner
Leipzig / July 2010
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