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Saturday, January 12, 2019

Variations on an Original Theme

Enigma Variations:

The Elgar slipped out of my hands.
Variations that nailed me to a toy chair
Sailed in black spires
Over waxed linoleum. From then on
I knew the meaning of gone.

That lesson, in fact, I had to unlearn.
The tunes get recorded over and over
For music is pattern, not a brittle black plate.
With vinyl and tape and laser to thank,
I hear Elgar and go blank.

Bruce Berger.


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