<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=543405" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Requiem For Bartok</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Requiem for Bartok</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Viola Concerto <br>which he never finished<br>poor and broke in New York<br>as so many were and still are <br>he died</div><div style="margin:10px 0">there was no dirge<br>no elegy<br>no requiem<br>for a true artist<br>has no true friend</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they called him a genius<br>a great artist<br>they even finished writing<br>his last testament<br>his Viola Concerto</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but nobody knew him<br>he was alone<br>in his Hungarian solitude</div><div style="margin:10px 0">nobody sang <br>a dirge<br>an elegy<br>not even a requiem<br>for him</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one early spring night<br>in a Colorado town<br>far away from New York<br>I saw a woman on the stage<br>in the shadow of his light<br>let her viola sing<br>what cannot be sung<br>alone in the midst of the clamor<br>of symphonic chaos</div><div style="margin:10px 0">people sat still<br>like silent tomb stones<br>just listened<br>vacant eyes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she was playing a loving requiem<br>for Bartok</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Suchoon Mo<br>-Sage Of Consciousness, vol.2,2, May 2006-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Suchoon+Mo_">Suchoon Mo_</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=543405" data-title="A Requiem For Bartok de Suchoon Mo_" data-description="A Requiem for Bartok Viola Concerto which he never finished poor and broke in New York as so many were and still are he died there was no dirge no elegy no requiem for a true artist has no true friend they called him a genius a great artist t..."></div> </div> </div>

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