Dionisio D. Martinez

Moto Perpetuo - Poem by Dionisio D. Martinez

I've been walking in circles for what seems like days.
They've been playing Paganini, but you know

how intermittent the conscious ear
can be. How selective. Walking has nothing to do

with distance as clearly as Paganini
has nothing to do with the violin that plays him hard.

How it hurt Jackson Pollock, during his black
and white period, to hear the critics say

that he was painting black on white; how important
the gaps and absences were to him;

how crucial the distances, the gulfs; how
critical each emptiness to each composition.

There is that moment in, say, the finale of Beethoven's
Fifth, when you hear nothing between the various

false endings, so you make your own music,
a bridge of silence from one illusion

to the next. A deeper and more refined
ear-Beethoven's ear-takes care of this.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Moto Perpetuo by Dionisio D. Martinez

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 23, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  9. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]