Cello
23/12/2009
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Something old from my personal collection 
“Girl With Cello” by May Sartor
There had been no such music here until
A girl came in from falling dark and snow
To bring into this house her glowing cello
As if some silent, magic animal.
She sat, head bent, her long hair all a-spill
Over the breathing wood, and drew the bow.
There had been no such music here until
A girl came in from falling dark and snow.
And she drew out that sound so like a wail,
A rich dark suffering joy, as if to show
All that a wrist holds and fingers know
When they caress a magic animal.
There had been no such music here until
A girl came in from falling dark and snow.
Contributed by: Mary Pshonik
mpshonik@ibm.net
