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Originally posted by David Upson:
I’m not a huge fan of Cornford, but if we’re posting her earlier work, it’s probably only fair to post a couple of her more mature and better received pieces:
The Guitarist Tunes Up
With what attentive courtesy he bent
Over his instrument;
Not as a lordly conqueror who could
Command both wire and wood,
But as a man with a loved woman might,
Inquiring with delight
What slight essential things she had to say
Before they started, he and she, to play.
David
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Wow. As a guitarist, I love this poem. Thanks for posting it. It's definitely going in my archives!
David (L)