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I wrote a contrafactum to rhythm changes today. Or I should say that one just occurred to the fingers of my right hand as I was playing, aft...

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Merton

I'm always finding poems I should have known about before publishing the Lorca book.  An elegy for Lorca by Thomas Merton starts like this:  

Where the white bridge rears up its stamping arches 
 Proud as a colt across the clatter of the shallow river, 
The sharp guitars 
Have never forgotten your name. 



1 comment:

Leslie said...

That is quite good. It seems familiar, too, but it is shockingly good.