Who doesn’t know how to love,
Won’t know tomorrow, think,
To love Juliette’s mouth,
To love the poetry of Rome,
Who doesn’t know how to love,
Have you read Marc Aurèle?
To love the call of the forest,
Watch a swallow?
Who doesn’t know how to love,
Loving the eyes of Lucille,
The cypress-augustes of Tuscany,
La Traviata by Puccini,
Won’t know tomorrow, think.
AT THE CONCERT
the magic moment
in that silence just before
the maestro’s down beat
when the tympani
begins a soft roll
and the trumpets rise
just before contact
his bow about to touch down
this awesome silence
the last minute cough
those surrounding very still
la traviata
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