This poem is taken from PN Review 136, Volume 27 Number 2, November - December 2000.
Three PoemsNow to the Elements
in memory of Ernst Jandl
Peace, haughty voices
Propounding on the radio
Motets in trimeters.
Who ekes you out? A gnome? Oh no,
A kindly man whose back is bent,
He pumps a wooden bar
The nether end of which
Propels the bows across viola strings -
Strings; no doubt about it.
Expunged a human element,
The manuals achieve a formal
Clockwork. So the music sounds
Satisfactory, till across
A cobalt sky gusts of air
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