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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BLACK KEYS, by MARGARET R. RICHTER
First Line: My fingers falter even in the scale
Last Line: How sad a thing in love is one false note.
Subject(s): Musical Instruments; Pianos
First Line: My fingers falter even in the scale
Last Line: How sad a thing in love is one false note.
Subject(s): Musical Instruments; Pianos
My fingers falter even in the scale,
While on the balcony the summer shower,
Below the shrill cadenza of the gale,
Drips an accompaniment to youth's dark hour.
Close the piano; shut the keys away;
And let them never summon up the throng
Of dear imaginings that made me play
A study on the black keys all too long.
And even if -- forgotten all my tears --
My fingers press the springing keys once more,
The sober wisdom of the vagrant years
Must read another meaning in the score;
And then I shall reflect, with tightening throat,
How sad a thing in love is one false note.
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