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Marilyn L. Taylor


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He came to our apartment twice a year

to tune my mother's piano.  All day long

we tiptoed, trying not to interfere

with what to us were strange, unearthly songs.

 
He never struck a heavy, luscious chord—

only fifths, fourths, octaves—clean and spare;

brandishing his hammer like a sword,

we watched him wring concordance from the air.

 
Taut as pulled wire, he'd lean into the keys,

his practiced fingers pressing note on note,

hunting down aberrant harmonies

and any latent quaver in the throat.

 
At last the piano, gaping and undone,

its very heart exposed for all to see,

would wait in silence, chastened as a nun,

for the blasphemies of Chopin and Satie.

 

From Troika (Thorntree Press, 1991).
Used here with the author's permission.

 


 

 

Marilyn L. Taylor, former Poet Laureate of Wisconsin and the city of Milwaukee, is the author of three full-length collections of poetry (most recently, Outside the Frame: New and Selected Poems) and five poetry chapbooks. Her essays and poems have appeared in numerous anthologies and journals  and she has been awarded First Place in several national, international, and regional poetry competitions.  Marilyn is a member of the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets and the Wisconsin Writers Association, and currently serves as an Associate Editor for the Third Wednesday  and Verse-Virtual poetry journals. Learn more about Marilyn who lives in Madison, Wisconsin, at www.mltpoet.com.  

 

                        


Post New Comment:
EstherJ:
I can almost see myself there. Love it!
Posted 07/13/2024 10:11 AM
wayne.goodling@yahoo.com:
I appreciate the reference to Satie
Posted 07/13/2024 08:46 AM
rhonasheridan:
Blasphemy is a terrific word. That is a lovely rendition of it
Posted 07/14/2014 05:57 AM
Mary Lou Taylor:
So beautifully written and experienced.
Posted 07/13/2014 08:48 PM
loisflmom:
We had two pianos, and even better than watching him tune the upright, was seeing his devoted tenderness to the grand. And yes, I blasphemed as soon as he left!!
Posted 07/13/2014 06:07 PM
nancilee:
Marilyn. I really like your subtle rhymes, the rhythm, the piano tuner as taut as the strings he's tuning. Great job.
Posted 07/13/2014 02:50 PM
pwax:
Great to revisit that experience! Thanks, Marilyn.
Posted 07/13/2014 11:53 AM
solorex:
The blasphemies...I love it! Been there done that!
Posted 07/13/2014 11:10 AM
njc:
This poem--exquisitely tuned to perfection!
Posted 07/13/2014 09:59 AM
Donna Pflueger:
Marilyn, I love ...Taut as pulled wire, he'd lean into the keys...I can see him so vividly in the house where I grew up. Thank you for taking me on a journey this morning.
Posted 07/13/2014 09:49 AM
Jo:
Have always loved that poem, Marilyn. The tuner is an amazing man--you've got it exactly.
Posted 07/13/2014 08:58 AM
John:
A technical treat: Contemporary iambic pentameter, all the rhythms sounding in harmony.
Posted 07/13/2014 08:06 AM
mimi:
i can hear him now...lovely poem, Marilyn!
Posted 07/13/2014 08:02 AM
Wilda Morris:
Another exquisite poem by Marilyn Taylor! I, too, have watched with admiration as a piano tuner did his wondrous work. Thank you for sharing this poem.
Posted 07/13/2014 07:52 AM
vscholtz:
Thanks for another inspiring work. The last time I had my piano tuned it reminder me of a trip to the orthodontist - lining up all the ivories just so.
Posted 07/13/2014 05:58 AM


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