The Piano Tuner’s Wife (Karl Shapiro Poems)
That note comes clear, like water running clear,Then the next higher note, and up and upAnd more and more, with ...
That note comes clear, like water running clear,Then the next higher note, and up and upAnd more and more, with ...
I: PalacesA Wall of sod, a roof of thatch,And naked turf the floor;And winds, unchallenged and unbarred,Go in and out ...
MASTER of human harmonies, where gongAnd harp and violin and flute accord;Each instrument confessing you its lord,Within the deathless orchestra ...
The keyboard, over which two slim hands float,Shines vaguely in the twilight pink and gray,Whilst with a sound like wings, ...
It's with your laughing picture that I'm living now, You whose wrists are so slender and crackle at the joints, ...
It is 12:20 in New York a Fridaythree days after Bastille day, yesit is 1959 and I go get a ...
Once, half a life agoI promised a good-looking affable young girl,A prima ballerina in Baku,Just for a single rapturous embraceTo ...
the critics now have medrinking champagne anddriving a BMWand also married to asocialite fromPhiladelphia's Main Linewhich of course is going ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
Thinking about Your presence Lord the words richly flowing raining down from heaven that we would know your love looking ...
The power of words the tongue and the pen the fingers typing on the keyboard sowing justice or dread So ...
In the silence of the house mid-morning discordant notes called from the keyboard not exactly playing by ear No, Mario ...
Walking by the sea throwing smooth washed pebbles as far as I can. So I feel, adding my words the ...
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
There is Hope in the words of my poems, your words shared with me, my fingers on the keyboard flowing ...
I hear the verse in the cells of my fingers feel the pull of the words on the keyboard typing ...
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer. some damned ...
The blatant horns blare strident sound; Delighted, you laugh and seize My passive arm, but I have found Content in ...
She had thought the studio would keep itself; no dust upon the furniture of love. Half heresy, to wish the ...
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