Beethoven-HausA Poem by Leslie Philibertfor Dadwe drove late afternoon over the dirty Rhein, the sky fake with orange, to Bonn, to a house of cool empty rooms, white with words,dark with chords, to an elegant Hammerflügel, for my father the end of a journey but the start of the sublime.
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Added on January 6, 2017Last Updated on January 6, 2017 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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