Adagio for Strings
One heart stops, while another beats,
yet feels as though it has stopped,
knowing that mourning
has the power to be endless.
Time passes, and a life follows
its course, its pulse subject
to random intrusions.
Music will play the strings
of a heart, so that it seems
as if it will never heal.
A memory, no true intrusion,
may become a knife, turning,
tracing old scars.
Yet it’s the brilliance of that music
and the beauty of those memories
that have the power to sustain.
And a heart continues to beat.
This is a response to Poetics: Cry Me a River, the prompt from Amaya at dVerse, which is to write a poem about a piece of music that has the power to bring a listener to tears. That would be Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings.
Image source: Curtis Institute of Music – Samuel Barber
Wow, another beauty, Ken, and so wisely said!
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Thank you, Lynne.
I wanted to mirror the sadness of such a life event with the music. Every time I hear it, it raises the hair on the back of my neck with that last peak, with its pause.
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We are on the same page! I’ve meditated to this music many times over the years but because it was on a CD with other instrumentals, never knew the name of it before. Truly reaches right into my body, takes me somewhere hauntingly beautiful, past all words…
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Excellent lines.
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Thank you.
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Most welcome.
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💜
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Thank you, Jen. ❤
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You’re welcome. The whole piece was very moving, and the Music? Well .extremely touching. At the time all I could do was send a heart.
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I wrote about the same piece! https://xanhaiku.wordpress.com/2019/06/04/on-hearing-barbers-adagio-for-strings-the-first-time/
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I’m still catching up. I’ll check it out. 🙂
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….music plays the strings of the heart – Yes, indeed!
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😀
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Very well done Ken. I like the way you wove the living and dead into one experience. pauses in the heart beat … and life goes on.
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As, of course, it must.
Thank you, Dwight.
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Yes
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What a powerful line, “mourning
has the power to be endless.”
And yes, the infamous adagio. The adagios of all adagios to pull at the heartstrings as if we forgot about our endless journey ahead. On another note, I know you’re a long-time reader of Peter Notehelfer. Do you know what’s going on or how to get in touch? It appears he’s deleted his whole site:(
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Thank you. Barber’s movement touches me every time I hear it.
I did not see that about Peter. I just sent a brief email his way. I’ll let you know if I learn anything.
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Wonderful poem Ken.
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Thank you, Rob.
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moving poetry with the music’s reflection or is it vice versa
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Thank you, Jade.
The music stands on its own. I’m just along for the ride. 😉
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Wonderful response 🙂
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I love the circularity of your poem, Ken, and the isolation of those two lines that are separated but linked by heartbeats. I was moved by the lines:
‘A memory, no true intrusion,
may become a knife, turning,
tracing old scars’.
Thank you for sharing a beautiful piece of music I forget until I hear it again – a bit like giving birth, you forget the pain until you’re reminded.
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Thank you, Kim.
At first, I was stumped by the prompt. As beautiful as it is, that music doesn’t come to me unprompted, which I suppose is a good thing, considering it’s effect on me. I think of my mother, particularly, and I’d rather have the fond memories than I would the loss.
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Bravo, Ken…and Barber!
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Thank you, Lynn. 🙂
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Very moving Ken, both music and words. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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We are sustained by music and the beauty in memories.
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Yes, we are. Thank you, Frank.
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“mourning has the power to be endless” A powerful line.
Barber’s Adagio for Strings simply pulls, weeps, brings me inside the music. I love this piece.
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Thank you, Lillian
I agree about being inside the music, and it feels like it’s within me.
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I’m echoing the others, but you said it well–and this adagio! I don’t know if I would have thought of it, but yes, it always makes me cry. Frank’s comment is perfect.
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Thank you, Merril. It’s beautiful music.
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Strings have a way to reach my heart too… wonderful
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This music gets my heart beating every morning, it is my wake up alarm. It is a beautiful intrusion. I like how your poem emphasizes the healing of scars through this music, that is the intrinsic quality of it. Thank you for this Ken.
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The power of music. Thank you.
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