The Morning of Glenn Gould's Funeral in Canada
 
Hearing him now on the car stereo -
  That's as he wished it when alive -
  I watch for crossing deer, and slow
  For the tight down-curves as I drive
         Through deep oak-shadows
  Over the back way to Ojai.
The October day burns quiet bright and dry
         In the brown meadows.

The thing he's playing's a rocky-riffled clear
  Mountain stream of a piece by Bach:
  The bright quick-moving length of it's here
  Along with sun and oak and rock
        O brief survival
  Glittering in the light and air,
And in the dark unbreakable silence there
        The new arrival.
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