Extract from a Life
Here follows an episode Of self-preservation. I was then influenced by The music of Wagner. It was 1865. I was on vacation In Cologne, a city known For musical theater. I asked a guide to take me To interesting sights. He brought me to a brothel In the Jewish district. I found myself surrounded By a dozen eyes made Fierce by charcoal and glitter. I couldn’t say a word. As if in a dream I went To the piano and played. It was just two or three chords Improvised without thought But it broke the spell of lust. I quickly hurried out. I realized later what I revered in Wagner: His unending melodies Which start very far along And end without finishing. To them I surrender As a tired man to the waves.