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February 2022
Robert Wexelblatt
wexelblatt@verizon.net
Bio Note: I live near Boston and teach at Boston University, though only if somebody learns.

Author's Note: I sometimes write to music without which, Nietzsche claimed, life would be a mistake. Life can also go wrong with music too, of course. Good music doesn’t make what I write better but probably can’t make it worse. Berg, Corelli, Handel, and Mendelssohn were all born in February. So, here are two poems about music this month.

A Concerto

the hero bellows against the mob 
square peg scraping at round holes

discord out of the one and many
concord from the many and one

a child noisily rebelling as
the indulgent adults play along

declaiming, dancing a protest 
while the others obediently cavort

help me he cries and they succor
fight me and they strive

join me and they synchronize
adore me he pleads and they do

erecting massive mansions and 
bizarre bridges bar by bar

they let him show off, resting 
while his cadenza crazily soars 
they hum a silent prayer as 
the solitary rises solemnly aloft  

a journey like a romance or war 
or life tick-tocking to diapason 

modulation to fugato then 
helter-skelter presto until

all are spent, unanimous in
stillness.  Only then, applause.
                        

Mahler's Last

The music of death goes slow, is
deep; low moaning cellos beneath
a sinking sun, red as a scab,
hold up the occasional horn
cruelly denting warm farewells  
with sarcastic scorn.

Saying adieux that last too long
risk the stench of sentiment,
casting Herakles for Hamlet,
scared by the slow mournful bars, 
we hasten to speed the silence
with our quick guitars.
                        
©2022 Robert Wexelblatt
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