On Reading Morton Feldman, 1951

by Beth Levin

Written after reading through Feldman's Nature Pieces for Piano, 1951.

Beyond the glass door
a forest
my passport new
my only guide impulse
wind, brook, desert
I don't presume
each tone echoes itself
nourished spaces
intervals half a block, a mile
I travel the outward corners
to the top to the bottom
count the ledger lines like a kid
it makes sense it makes no sense
I'm panting, I'm Alice growing too tall,
I near the end
realize I must turn back