Sunday Music Poem and Video: Scarlatti Sun

The Scarlatti Sun by Emily Fragos. From the collection Music's Spell edited by Emily Fragos.

This poem conveys the sense that the universe has come undone, at least for the moment; emotions are unleashed, the dead stop dying, the postman's mind goes blank, the novitiate in the convent dares the floor to let her slip.

The Scarlatti Sun

The mute seamstress on her knees
stick a pin in the hem
and weeps for the cloth;

the dead stop their dying,
their heads warming like stones
in the Scarlatti sun;

the grave postman,
his worn leather bag strapped to his back,
feels his mind go, windswept.

And old woman at her window,
her old cat on the sill, sips thick coffee
from a saucer, and in the shutter convent,

the novitiate, taken up,
rushes across the just-washed floor,
daring the ground to break a bone.

Here is pianist Martha Argerich playing Sonata K. 141- Her truly remarkable articulation lifts the notes into the air like dandelion seeds.

From Wikipedia: Giuseppe Domenico Scarlatti (Naples, 26 October 1685 – Madrid, 23 July 1757) was an Italian composer who spent much of his life in the service of the Portuguese and Spanish royal families. He is classified as a Baroque composer chronologically, although his music was influential in the development of the Classical style. Like his renowned father Alessandro Scarlatti he composed in a variety of musical forms although today he is known almost exclusively for his 555 keyboard sonatas.

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