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works Robert Urquhart

for Anton Webern                                                          place Pigalle night nine teen o five                                                          the house of Dr Gachet                                                          a light not enough                                                          to see what color                                                          this was told to you                                                          will all of it be                                                          cold for now                                                          from where                                                          a wind                                                          wait and there                                                          no                                                          still                                                          at once                                                          dust                                                          in line a long                                                          the stone                                                          got smaller                                                          what else                                                         to and then took                                                          now down                                                          a path                                                          no go not to                                                          water wave worn                                                          turn to stone                                                          soundless those                                                          for many were                                                          a light                                                          though known held off in telling                                                          glass                                                          hold                                                          tone                                                          light shaped for touch                                                          golden was                                                          or not                                                          before                                                          night wound stars                                                          twist                                                          about                                                          that here                                                          and there may be was not                                                          turned around                                                          by the way                                                          three                                                          far                                                          towards the sound                                                          in play for long                                                          against and line unfold                                                          air                                                          ground                                                          sediment                                                          open                                                          and a light for                                                          the call                                                          clearing                                                          near                                                          fire                                                          hold out seen to touch over                                                          up                                                          curve                                                          used to share the earth                                                          carved hold on air                                                          winged caught fall                                                          rooted here                                                          fourfold                                                          one flying would                                                          a place given                                                          a rock here turn the way                                                          will be one so there                                                          hard run tide fold                                                          they where none                                                          what was said                                                          to hold                                                          will                                                          tell                                                          the hand turned                                                          there                                                          and there                                                          broken for this                                                          light                                                          and found a way                                                          stone as                                                          made for                                                          still fold of cloth                                                          weight                                                          and a long time                                                          held fast                                                          still held                                                          one will come                                                          turning to speak                                                          a change                                                          be silent                                                          dance                                                          waiting too long                                                          door way                                                          from so far                                                          framed by                                                          out                                                          opening                                                          no way back                                                          dust mud dust Note:                                                          be silent                                                          dance In Strauss and Hofmannsthal's opera, Elektra's final words are: "schweigen und tanzen!" □