Siegfried and Wilfred Composing Poetry at Craiglockhart
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For Margaret
Since music always has a blackness set
Around it and beyond, its notes are gold
Encased in something close to death. No threat
To beauty is this darkness. Music’s bold
Creation flings itself across the world
In spite of fate, with ebony’s attack
Against the gilding metal. Gold is swirled
Against, about, on top of blackness’ wrack
Determined like a demon to assault
The loveliness. The joy of Mozart flings
Itself around as if a temple vault
Depends on happiness. The gilding sings.
Yet always bliss is clamped by nightmare dark.
The grace is always preyed on by the stark.
~ Phillip Whidden
