Beethoven: The Poets’ Take: Anthony Anaxagorou, Raymond Antrobus & Ruth Padel
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You Will Need No One, Only the Relationship of Sound and Key
In the little hall of te house where you were born, the one original surface is dark silver flagstones where you might have crawled. Light falls in shallow hollows of deciduous rubbed stone clogged with spume of cleaning fluid. i imagine your mother carrying the shopping your father stagg ring home drunk up these stairs,. Their new cut wood, now polished to the amber shine of a harvest moon and stand you for hours on a bench as you so you can reach the keys. You cry as you play. Slapped. If you make a mistake in daylight, he hears you is splashing around. He calls it on a violin. What rubbish are you scratching now? Isn't
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