Today's poem is by William Wenthe
Thames Music
after James McNeill Whistler
Groan of hawser as barge heaves:
tide lipping the shingle shore,
ruffling below the bridge pier,wavelets the dripping oar
bleeds into ... as colors bleed . . . ?
It is night, the river traffic moored,and you sketch what you can,
of building, bridge, barge
silhouettes in charcoal,strokes: suggestions. As if
precomposing the lines of the staff
upon which, come daylight, you'll trimthe notes of harmonized color. Reaching
for music, you called them Nocturnes,
after Chopin, who named a moodon the keyboard for a time of night
that holds in abeyance
the thrum of day. And you:Can you paint
musicthat crafting of sound
and silence, self-reflectiveorder "all art aspires to,"
as gin-slurred, sesquipedalian Swinburne
was prone to emote?Today, in a hushed gallery
of the Tate, I'm sitting ten paces away
from Nocturne: Blue and SilverCremorne Lights.
Twenty-two notes of gold
train a slow melodyof gas lamps on the shoreline, reflected
in counterpoint in the water.
But as I'm watching, slowlysky and river, their one
infusion of color, lift
out of the frameand resonateno, not music,
but what music shadows,
some great being, being quiet.
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Copyright © 2012 William Wenthe All rights reserved
from the Southern Review
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