Ray Greenblatt
  • Wayne, PA
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My father was a jazz pianist and teacher. My wife Sue and I are avid jazz and classical fans.

My Father's Piano

The Cossacks threw away Chopin's piano;

my father's nine-foot Knabe

had stood in Carnegie Hall,

Rubinstein, Horowitz, Paderewski

must have chimed away

any hint of dust

any encroachment of webs.

It shimmered in ebony

throughout my life until his death,

he even stacked wads of cash inside it

sure of its mute loyalty;

my mother cleaned it so well

her carping mother with white gloves

could not find a speck.

The university wanted it

awaiting its arrival

at their hallowed hall scot-free

(in his tomb my father

scratched his chalky skull);

they cut off its legs

dismantled the sounding board,

four lugs dragged it out

into a smutty sleet-ridden night

(my father shed tears

that could not grow his music again).

Ray Greenblatt's Blog

ARIAS IN TANDEM

Lakme:                                                 Pearl Fishers:

"Flower Duet"                                        "Temple Depths"

Two beautiful                                        Two stalwart men 

naked women                                        clad in armor

stand by an azure lake                           gleaming in moonlight

soft hills beyond                                    stand in a temple

hand in hand                …

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Posted on July 8, 2015 at 8:04pm

VIVALDI'S FOUR SEASONS

SPRING

The violinist changes

into a large robin

          and warbles

the sweetest melody

while the sawyer

          behind the shed

cuts pine logs in two.

SUMMER

          She is shy

she can't tell how she feels

she hesitates she

repeats herself . . . stops . . .

alone in her warm room

she takes out her frustration

on the innocent…

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Posted on June 2, 2015 at 2:41pm

CHAMBER ORCHESTRA

Front row center

all players towering

under lights

         concertmaster's hair

                    green for St. Patrick's Day

underbellies of violins

                                varied tints and grains

naked feet in high heels

finely tuned wrist

golden skin behind the ear

                                        flowing into nape

in counterpoint

                       thighs pulse through black…

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Posted on May 3, 2015 at 1:47pm

IN THE ORCHESTRA AT VERIZON HALL

We perch in the balcony

behind the orchestra

to peer down at the music

at the thatched heads bobbing

at bald cupolas gleaming

the maestro conducts

his smiles satisfaction

scowls his blandishment

we hold so personally

his swirling spider arms

wrapping us snugly in the score

dangerous bows hew the air

replicating mouse squealings

gong tolls the dreadful hour

then the audience…

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Posted on April 2, 2015 at 8:28pm

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