Anthony Hecht Speaks

These dissonances but serve to underscore
The score nobody knows
Except the taciturn composer, Fate.
Sensing at the deep base
Of our being the ultimate cadences before
They gather to their close,
We feel the fickle fingering and confess
It’s already getting late.

–from “A Love for Four Voices: Homage to Franz Joseph Haydn”

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