ON HEARING A MAURICE RAVEL QUARTET
by Irving A Greenfield
The music touched me,
and I touched the music.
A theme, played by the violist,
dug out of the notes with strings and a bow,
thrown to the moment and caught something
something I did not want to remember.
The cantorial chant of the High Holy Days,
now a memory realized;
A plea for mercy, even to me, an unbeliever.
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