The Death Of Debussy Or Of Ravel Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
The Death Of Debussy Or Of Ravel
a minor discordance in the music of afternoon
his life is ebbing
and the colours of the trees are sobs
and diminished thirds
and half of what he is saying
in delirium I have never heard says the
doctor shaking his head...
sing the birds, the birds in the trees beyond
now he is floating, his own ship,
on the dream waters
who will call him back
will the after mirage
of all his music
seal the doom of all wars
and heal the earth?
it is the cause
it is the cause weeps the
soul of music of my distress the song
departing and the angelic resonances
subside...
mary angela douglas 16 april 2017
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His death is an eternally lingering moment that seals him away from all instrumental complexes that lead to war. This is secession from velocity. This is the moment when modernity partitions itself utterly into the dichotomy of machine and dream-garden.