This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
Yesterday Vivaldi Visited Me
He had only one tune.
And that
a thin finger on pulses:
of spring and the frost,
the quick turn of girls' eyes
a tune
to hold against darkness,
to fret
for trumpet, for lute
for flutes; violins
to silver the shabbiness
of many towns
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