“Allegro”
After a black day, I play Haydn,
and feel a little warmth in my hands.
The keys are ready. Kind hammers fall.
The sound is spirited, green, and full of silence.
The sound says that freedom exists
and someone pays no taxes to Caesar.
I shove my hands in my haydnpockets
and act like a man who is calm about it all.
I raise my haydnflag. The signal is:
“We do not surrender. But want peace.”
The music is a house of glass standing on a slope;
rocks are flying, rocks are rolling.
The rocks roll straight through the house
but every pane of glass is still whole.
Tomas Transtromer
Entry Filed under: Poetry • Transtromer, Tomas
3 Comments Add your own
1. Paddy Glavin | August 25th, 2007 at 6:52 am
Inspires one to learn the piano again!
2. Paddy Glavin | August 25th, 2007 at 6:53 am
Insprires one to learn the piano again and again!
3. modulagro | July 20th, 2008 at 10:27 am
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