Symphony No. 9, In D
To live is to defend a form.
—Anton Webern
I. Moderately slow
what will you do, God,
when I am dead?
not quote
Rilke
II. In the time of an easy Austrian Landler
We’ll go to Egypt and see nothing but blue sky,
we’ll walk across water on my matted streptococci—
that will be the day
to be happy
systole, diastole, dance
the holy dance!
III. Rondo: Burleske
what’s red, bleeds—
and runs in circles?
the miracle
of the art of
the human
heart
in a sweat
IV. Adagio
Grinzing cemetery, outside Wien, May 19, 1911:
the sun shone on
on one alone
“Bless relaxes”