The Day Florencia Made Love to a Viola – a poem

To experience the real poetry of this moment, read Max Paradiso’s article in the New York Times. There is a race to record the sounds of Stradivari stringed instruments–every note possible–because the instruments are beginning to decay. Something about a whole town–a mayor, the police, and the citizens–collectively maintaining silence to record the purest sounds evokes both sorrow, solemnity, and beauty. https://www.nytimes.com/2019/01/17/arts/music/stradivarius-sound-bank-recording-cremona.html?smprod=nytcore-ipad&smid=nytcore-ipad-share

In the last line of the poem, “begins” should be “began.”

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Richard P says:

    What an interesting story. Great occasion for a poem.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. mcfeats says:

      It deserves a revised poem. I love to think of the collective effort to immortalize the instruments.

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