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A Prelude of Bach on His Harpsichord

by Michelle Floyd

I do not sugar-coat my trebles for you,
nor shadow, nor line, nor paint -
nor beguile my bass for you.
You are some brilliant, time-surmounted incantation
of the subconscious musica;
sometimes you move through bestirred memory -
[ m i n e ]

As much as the meticulous is sought,
deft fingers playing the implicit mind,
the toccata of the cerebrum,
it is not for your melody, Monsieur,
that I yearn.

02/10/2008

Author's Note: 18.Feb.2003

Posted on 02/11/2008
Copyright © 2024 Michelle Floyd

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 02/25/08 at 12:20 PM

i know that yearning feeling.

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