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Poet's ChoiceBy Edward Hirsch

By Edward Hirsch
Sunday, October 31, 2004; Page BW12

My Blue Piano

At home I have a blue piano.

But I can't play a note.

It's been in the shadow of the cellar door

Ever since the world went rotten.

Four starry hands play harmonies.

The Woman in the Moon sang in her boat.

Now only rats dance to the clanks.

The keyboard is in bits.

I weep for what is blue. Is dead.

Sweet angels, I have eaten

Such bitter bread. Push open

The door of heaven. For me, for now --

Although I am still alive --

Although it is not allowed.


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