Thursday, November 22, 2012

November 21, 2012 - Piano

























No TV in sight.  No radio on.  A Thanksgiving spent in a cozy 'parlour' with friends and family and a Smith and Brown grand.

Piano
Sadly in the dark, a woman is singing to me:
Taking me down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cozy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great piano appassionato.  The glamour 
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
by DH Lawrence






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