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What Paderewski Taught Me About Being

by Kathleen Wilson

good
he tells me
the heart moves

moves like the ocean
sometimes like a mountain
constantly in greeting

his words
my pulse the same
surprises

trembles
holds back
rushes forward

washed always
in silence
silence for what is not

for what has been taken
for what is left
for what has been given

a nation for what is right
the dearly loved
what he always wanted

from the edge
of her seat
a woman leans forward

holds
a breath
time waits

the woman breathes out
whish of wind
essence of man

dark and light
rubato of being
becomes being again





11/12/2010

Author's Note: published in Cosmopolitan Review, July, 2011

Posted on 11/13/2010
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson

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