Thursday, September 29, 2011



Some listening were certain they could hear
through the notes summoned from the strings one more
following at a distance low but clear
a resonance never part of the score
not noticed during the rehearsals nor
prayed into the performance and yet here
with the first note it had been waiting for
holding silent the iced minors of fear
the key of grief the mourning from before
the names were read of those no longer there
that sound of what made no sound any more
made up the cords that in a later year
some still believed that they could overhear
echoing music played during a war

~ W.S. Merwin
from The Pupil