I packed up the books: Under Milk Wood, Of Mice and Men, Under the Window, Under the Volcano, Up from Slavery, The Thunder- ing Herd, Under the Greenwood Tree, The Over- Coat, The Changing Light at Sandover, Under- world, Out of Africa, Paris Trout; and I went over to the Under- woods' house over on
Can you imagine what is true, that smack in the middle of making The Magic Flute he interrupted himself to make “Ave Verum Corpus,” world’s most truth-telling motet (Who made its text? Maybe a pope), then got himself on track, back to TMF (all the while dealing with money worry and sickness of wife). When you get to the esto nobis cadence in “AVC,” you scale the spine of the European Enlightenment; when you get to the idiotic “Three Faithful Youths” chorus in TMF: “Three faithful youths we now will lend you Upon your journey they’ll attend you; Though young in years, these youths so fair Heed the words of wisdom rare!” you’re dealing with Bertie Wooster’s three best friends. Because he was Mozart, not a problem.
Copyright © 2014 by Caroline Knox. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on February 18, 2014. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.