3 days ago
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Piano by Patrick Phillips
I re-read this poem again the other night and was blown away all over again.
The first time I read it, I was taken by the image of the piano itself, the brokenness. I really didn't get much past that.
But, the poet is an old friend and the poem was made famous by Garrison Keillor, so it stayed in my brain.
The leaves and trash built up, blew away, returned. Then I read it again.
The cracked harp began to sing at the end. I always knew it held music, but I never quite heard it. Yet, like any good piece of music, my appreciation for it had grown in the interim between first reading(s) and this most recent encounter. I'd gotten the wax outta my ears. A high wind, howling, had come past to take the mess away.
I'm glad that Mr. Keillor posted the text of, Piano, on his website so that it could be shared easily with you. I recommend listening to him read, as well. I recommend the whole collection, Boy, a fine collection of verse and a great addition to any library.