Leslie Philibert

Bronze Star - 2,826 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

Beethoven-Haus - Poem by Leslie Philibert

we drove late afternoon
over the dirty Rhein,
the sky fake with orange,

to Bonn, to a house of cool, empty rooms,
white with words, dark with chords,
to an elegant Hammerflügel,

for my father the end of a journey,
but the start of the sublime.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 6, 2017

Poem Edited: Friday, January 20, 2017

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