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On Schubert's Birthday
Even the dog is asleep
on the last day of January,
Franz Schubert’s birthday.
The classical station
will surely play his string quartets
and songs, and if I have to drive,
the electrons of my mind can
escape into the orbit of Franz Schubert.
The effect of sun on snow
is bright yellow light, but then
the white stuff comes down
with the grace of butterflies
on my windshield, and Schubert’s
Octet in F major on satellite radio. -- DL 1/31/23
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
January 31, birthday of Franz Schubert, Thomas Merton, and Justin ("I'm Bringin' Sexy Back, Yeah") Timberlake. A little something for everyone.
Love the photo of the wonderful, snoozing dog!
Posted by: Emily Fragos | February 02, 2024 at 10:58 AM
Nice trio. Franz, Thomas & Justin, and lovely poem.
What a nice way to start an (early) Saturday morning.
Thank you!
Posted by: Miranda Beeson | February 03, 2024 at 06:00 AM