Poetry
Cuddihy, Michael
Michael Cuddihy Listening to Beethoven's Piano and Cello Sonata in A Major Moonlight prevents the leaves from stirring. "You can almost see to read the paper"— Her voice like light off a mirror....
...Already, he could feel the world beginning to close down...
...Beside me...
...the woman withdraws Into a pitch of concentration, mind Incandescent as paper under a magnifying glass...
...Like parched soil, the fine network of cracks— 21...
...Its bright promise eclipsed, Another page from the text of the old discolored moon Shot through with contradiction, the parchment Scribbled over until it becomes crazed, unreadable...
...We are starting to eat the leaves from the trees"— A dirt farmer warns from Ethiopia...
...For men who love women," wrote Beethoven Over the score of this bold, wrenching sonata...
Vol. 121 • June 1994 • No. 12
