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 as they were falling near the sound of what was not there anymore all made the chords that in a later year some still believed that they could overhear echoing music played during a war First published in @3The Kenyon Review@1, Volume 22 #1 (Winter 2000). www.kenyonreview.org/roth | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO LADY PENELOPE DYNHAM by WILLIAM BASSE TO ONE BEREFT by ETHEL KNAPP BEHRMAN SIR W. TRELOAR'S DINNER FOR CRIPPLED CHILDREN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |