There are fingers involved
in the whole process, picking
vellum, penning, pouring
a plop of ink.
So there are hands
to push the piano
into a proper corner.
Did Mahler grab the chair,
abruptly jarring the desk?
Was he jumping up to
fix tea, swill port, pace,
to put off the first movement?
He had to write the beginning --
at some point, say, “I wait
no longer.” He cannot tell now.
My guess is a mind unfocussed
could commence the Resurrection.
One day, in the settling and side-lit
dust, he stirred a quiet fingertip.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
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