On Seeing Rafael Fruhbeck de Burgos Conduct During His 79th Year
We clapped because we thought
You might not make the short walk
From the stage door to the podium.You were shrunken and shuffling
In your baggy black clothes and
A starched white butterfly hung
Loose round your fragile neck.But you seemed determined.
You sat down scoreless,
Harangued the orchestra,
Caressed the air, and weHeard joy in command of mighty
Sound, saw joy in making, shared
Joy that sustains bone and breath
Beyond the endurance of matter.
“On Seeing Rafael Fruhbeck de Burgos Conduct During His 79th Year” | Poems by Massey
February 24, 2013 by Peter Galen Massey






Great poem. In particular, I really love the last stanza. The last two lines about joy – “that sustains bone and breath
Beyond the endurance of matter” describe the essence of it so well.
Thanks. I let this one sit several weeks and it still seemed okay after that, so I gave it a nudge and sent it on its way.
beautiful descriptive poetry
And thanks.
Nice one!
Thanks.
The poem paints a picture that that does sink to the bones. An exquisite piece.
Thanks! I’m glad folks seem to like this one. I wasn’t sure the poem had quite enough to say, but it was all I had, and that was either going to be enough or not.
I have just looked at a photo of Rafael Fruhbeck de Burgos conducting and your description of his baggy black clothes and butterfly around his neck is so exact.
I saw him very recently, which I guess is obvious from the fact I said he was 79. You should try to find some video. He was working the orchestra so hard it seemed they could barely keep up. Four pieces, two hours, no score … including the Emperor Concerto. The man rocked.
I will keep looking. The photo I saw was in the NY Times I think.