As one who believes
in the poetics of the big tent,
I say we make this an annual event
in the season of changing leaves.
And this year, as you turn seventy-seven,
whom do I see
in heaven
but Igor Stravinsky
speaking for all
In celebrating, as a rite of fall,
your birthday, Mr. Pinsky.
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Maestro!-- thank you again! For this ebullient rhyme, again, and much else. (So far, 79 like 77 is no problem.)
Robert
Posted by: Robert Pinsky | October 21, 2019 at 01:55 PM