KEYBOARD POEMS

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My Last Afternoon With Uncle Devereux Winslow

1922: the stone porch of my Grandfatherâ??s summer house

I
â??I wonâ??t go with you. I want to stay with Grandpa!â?
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Robert Lowell
The Keyboard, Over Which Two Slim Hands Float

Son joyeux, importun, d'un clavecin sonore.-PETRUS BOREL


The keyboard, over which two slim hands float,
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Paul Verlaine

Paul Verlaine
Master Hugues Of Saxe-gotha

An imaginary composer.]

I.

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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
The Piano Tuner-s Wife

That note comes clear, like water running clear,
Then the next higher note, and up and up
And more and more, with now and then a chord,
The highest notes like tapping a tile with a hammer,
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Karl Shapiro
The Press Evangel

GOD'S order, 'Light!' when all was void and dark
Brought mornless noon, a flame without a spark.
A gift unearned, that none may hold or hide,
An outer glory, not an inner guide;
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John Boyle O'reilly
Finished?

the critics now have me
drinking champagne and
driving a BMW
and also married to a
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Charles Bukowski
Face In The Window

I am a modest house, a house solely
notable for the fact I lived here once.
Its brass plaque depicts an oxygen eye
in which two pupils of hydrogen dance.
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Bill Knott
Robert Browning

MASTER of human harmonies, where gong
And harp and violin and flute accord;
Each instrument confessing you its lord,
Within the deathless orchestra of Song.
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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
The Day Lady Died

It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
three days after Bastille day, yes
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton
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Frank O'hara
The Bells Of Malines

AUGUST 17, 1914

The gabled roofs of old Malines
Are russet red and gray and green,
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Henry Van Dyke
Your Picture

It's with your laughing picture that I'm living now,
You whose wrists are so slender and crackle at the joints,
You who wring your hands yet are unwilling to go,
You whose guests stay for hours sharing sadness and joys.
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Boris Pasternak

Boris Pasternak
Sir John Herschel Remembers

True type of all, from his own father's hand
He caught the fire; and, though he carried it far
Into new regions; and, from southern fields
Of yellow lupin, added host on host
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Alfred Noyes

Alfred Noyes
Writer's Block

I’m trying to think of something to write,
But the words aren’t coming to mind
A blank page is on the computer screen
The wireless keyboard is sitting idle
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Marlon Pitter

Marlon Pitter