This sequence was published in Modern Haiku 43.2 Summer 2012.
Impressions from Valdemossa, a former Carthusian charterhouse in Mallorca, where Frederick Chopin and George Sand and her children spent the winter of 1838-39. She hated it. I might add that Chopin suffered from TB.
WINTER ETUDES
Matins a D-minor
chord while the coffee brews
almond flowers silent etudes for a skull
how this waltz grew mute and fifty mysteries on a chain
where The Book would have been rusty nibs and laudanum
moorish tiles all faces turned inwards
coughing roses in winter it's plausible
Prime a halfhearted mazurka and the mist the mist the mist
a faint spatter of blood it's nothing my dear
between the screams of pigs the sound of an angry pen
in Polish he longs for Paris Terce
it fades as we smoke the kids are outside
the piano sleeps praying they still walk the hallways
ivory kneeling for Sext in C-major
it's time but it's not a red bougainvillea and she slams the door
she is away the middle four octaves are ebony
this note tells about rain None
a notebook with corrections major to minor and back
just this word nocturne and a day has passed
Vespers as the winter settles in the lungs
lush valley the sunset enters his mouth
how many more breaths and scales Compline
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VINTERETUDER
Matutin en D-mol
akkord mens kaffen brygger
mandelblomster stille etuder for en
hovedskal
hvordan denne vals blev stum og
halvtreds mysterier på en kæde
hvor Bogen ville
have ligget rustne pennehoveder og laudanum
mauriske fliser alle ansigter vendt
indad
hostende roser om vinteren det er
tænkeligt
Prim en
halvhjertet mazurka disen disen disen
et ubetydeligt blodigt sprøjt det'
ingenting kære
mellem grisenes skrig lyden af en vred
pen
på polsk længes
han efter Paris Tertia
det falmer mens vi ryger børnene er
udenfor
klaveret sover bedende går de stadig i
gangene
elfenben knæler
for Sext i C-dur
det er tid og ikke en rød
bougainvillea og hun smækker med døren
hun er væk de midterste fire oktaver
er ibenholt
denne node
fortæller om regn Non
en nodebog med rettelser dur til mol og
tilbage
blot dette ord nocturne og en dag er
gået
Vesper mens
vinter sætter sig i lungerne
overdådig dal solen går ned i hans
mund
hvor mange flere
åndedrag og skalaer Komplet
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