- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Beethovenhous
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The house where Beethoven was born
has four stories
but it is small
so small and cheerless:
after 233 years
it is tired.
The floorboards creak hazardously
under the feet of tourists
that walk slowly,
apprehensive.
In a corner
two period grand pianos
sit in silence
timidly
fearful of any
unwanted touch.
In every story
in every wall
are old portraits
and old scores
lie drowsily
in tarnished showcases.
Complementing
hearing apparatus
are the hazy eyeglasses
of the Maestro.
His house lies empty
because the Maestro
is gone.
Only in the garden
lingers still
in the soft murmur of foliage
an inaudible voice
a distant sound
that resonates within.
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- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,500 poems.
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duddle146about 17 years agoWhereever the Maestro is ~ let him step to the music which he hears ~ however measured or far away.
LeBrozover 17 years agoDespite SJ's acerbic wit, there's much in here to be praised. It's an excellent mood piece, setting the 'feel' for the house. Sometimes the poetic piece should be clear and easily deciphered by the 'average' person without having to have a deep understanding of poetry mechanisms.
Anonymousover 20 years agoWell written and evocative. Very enjoyable. Not sure what the poster before me was on when he read this and made his comment, but I would guess several days short rations and several months without a girl.
Senna Jawaover 20 years agoA mediocre piece of prose does not make poetry. It is hard to imagine more routine, trite approach. Especially with that naive, and basically trite ending. Sure, suddenly we have a garden--p_a_r_a_d_o_x (or something :-). Very weak.
The arbitrary, meaningless claims that supposedly the house is tired, that pianos sit timidly and fearful (:-), that they do not want to be touched, show clearly that the author has no clue about poetry yet.
The stanza which starts with "Complementing..." is extra bad. And the lines:
His house lies empty
because the Maestro
is gone.
bring kindergarten to your mind (I can't help hearing a proud mother showing off her child: she said that the house is empty because nobody lives in it--what a precocious baby, isn't she intelligent beyond her (three) years?!
I think that English gave in a couple of places (but that's a minor problem, easy to fix).
perksover 20 years agomasterful, get it!
I think you're very objective when writing imagery poetry, and I think that is one of the things that makes youre poetry amazing. You could explain sight to a blindma, I think.
Eumenidesover 20 years agoIt has a gentle way of guiding me through the house, and I can see it all. Loverly.
Anonymousover 20 years agogentle poem. Spell check wouldn't catch "storeys" :-D
Thank you Lauren, for this.
