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.
-- David Lehman
Or even better: the Rosamunde Overture
also listen to Schubert's second Piano Trio in E-flat major
Snow in Maine Friday and Saturday, baffled and blindsided by brand new snowblower, but still wanted to say how and excited I was to read your poem for Franz Schubert's birthday. Thank you.
Posted by: Kenneth Rosen | February 02, 2025 at 12:27 PM