Full of
un-deciphered crimes,
Debussy’s
music makes you sad sometimes,with all its poignant dreams of chimes
and body
scents, chromatic climbs
and schemes
and indigent emotion.We don’t know how anyone can stand
his notion
of polyphonyall nakedly
exposed
and played.He should have stayed
to tell us
how to parse its mist,
or how to
clear it.In his absence, all that we can do is hear it.
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