Best Rachmaninoff Poems

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The orchestra strains to be symphonic --- a bee in a tin box.
Cigar smoke thunders, molecules of sound wilt
only to be dialed up through brass...

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I rise at the center of...
Is it a room? This is a face.
There is motion, too fast, too clamorous.
Cryptic and opaque. Shapes shift
into my field...

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There's a spot on the horizon
In the ripple of the sun
Where railway lines and stanchions fuse
And merge, becoming one.

I was staring from the platform
When a...

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TANGLEWOOD AS THERAPY

Tanglewood untangled me, took my breath away
each moment of Sibelius, Mahler, Rachmaninoff 
sweet violins, trumpets, kettle drums, cellos, fire
mixed with wind, echoing within...

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Serenade Me, Julius La Rosa

His striped tie has a green tint color 
And his hands are dark and bulging with blood. 
I can see them...

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play
with hands
piano
Rachmaninoff
song...

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The lean old men in my vicinity
wake to find themselves a day older
then turn away from the mirror to reflect
on their miserable circumstance.
Then they masque...

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In wild joy nothing matters but the feeling of
seeing sunlight crafting colours in eyes that, they say,
don't see too good, sun coloured fairies dance a...

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It's one of those moments,
the guy in you grabs the micro
starts talking on and on;
mine is often sarcastic,
from high school to career,
spinning around the questions...

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I

     You stare silently squinting
 through  your stained glass panes

Pulling aside sapphire drapes
 of somber samite and organdy
  
Lo,...

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Traveling over an ocean to the
New world a symphony slowly grew and
Burst upon America as the New World,
Composer left an imprint quality new volume
Anton or...

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Harvard, at night - You still sit on the lawn
with the weight of both structures alive in your arms
Rachmaninoff's tears turning black at your hips
The...

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had her parents forced her into it like so many do, 
then she might still be a virtuoso, that is true, 
however, 
to see a...

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Unlike your Mr Asimov
Whom I hear likes Rachmaninoff
  
  My limericks are clean
  the point clear to be seen

Perhaps he drinks too...

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Grand Piano 
Exquisite
For my soul 
a true delight 
Anticipation rising
for the pianist
to arrive
Upon his stool
so comfortable
flexed fingers
and closed eyes
No music sheet
knows every note
and plays...

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