Allen Grossman Poems
|2.||The Caedmon Room||7/2/2014|
|3.||The Thrush Returns From The Waste And Void||7/2/2014|
|5.||The Ballad Of The Bone Boat||7/2/2014|
|7.||The Life And Death Kisses||7/2/2014|
|8.||Poland Of Death (Iv)||7/2/2014|
|10.||Enough Rain For Agnes Walquist||7/2/2014|
|13.||The Piano Player Explains Himself||7/2/2014|
The Piano Player Explains Himself
When the corpse revived at the funeral,
The outraged mourners killed it; and the soul
Of the revenant passed into the body
Of the poet because it had more to say.
He sat down at the piano no one could play
Called Messiah, or The Regulator of the World,
Which had stood for fifty years, to my knowledge,
Beneath a painting of a red-haired woman
In a loose gown with one bared breast, and played
A posthumous work of the composer S—
About the impotence of God (I believe)
Who has no power not to create everything.
It was the Autumn of the year and wet,
When the ...