Broken Love Poem

(For Glenn Gould)

in between and all around the piano sounds
I can hear you
breathing
sighing
humming.
it is not Bach but your
small sharp gasps
that keep me listening.

I guess it is always this way with me.
all I ever care about is the
music underneath.

—ALEXANDRA WILDER

(Originally published Christmas, 2002.)

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Author Bio

Alexandra Wilder lives in Brooklyn, New York. She is the managing director of the 92nd Street Y Unterberg Poetry Center. Her work has appeared in Tin House, Interim, Carousel, and the Texas Review. (Last updated summer, 2010.)