Gray Music Poem by Sandra Fowler
Gray Music
You wrote your Yiddish signature in rain.
I could not match it in a thousand years.
Old words are classic to my memory.
Because of you, my feet have wings this day.
Gray music paints a picture of rare worth,
A Slavic image of an April mood,
Breaching the barrier of your last breath,
I should not wonder, Friend, you said it would.
'For a poet who was born in April and died in April'.
Copyright,2009, Sandra Fowler
Enduring images in this beautiful tribute to a close friend...'Gray Music' that resonates well after the reader has left the page...lovely Sandra.
The title is very much suitable and the rest..superb...a very good hearty tribute to your poet friend..regards-Indira Renganathan
Music is spirit preserved for eternity. The color of slavic music, their words are in their music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/4/2023 11:15:18 AM # 1.0.0.1115
I don't know if the poem completely fleshes out the first two lines of the first stanza. I love those two lines: 'You wrote your Yiddish signature in rain./ I could not match it in a thousand years.'