Friday, September 9, 2011

Honegger, 2nd Symphony, I. Movement

Further to my series of poems inspired by symphonic masterpieces, which you can read here, here, and here, here is a little verse I improvised in my head during this morning's commute, inspired by a performance of the musical work named in the title, which I had in the car's CD player. I recommend Charles Dutoit's recording with the Bavarian Radio Symphony Orchestra.

Nor sob nor chuckle, but akin to both,
It beats a ceaseless, spiritless tattoo:
Whether machine or madman, I am loath
To name what I would liken it unto;
Perhaps some strigilept, his lifeblood drained,
So muttering shambles, damned and yet unpained.

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