if there is night in Rubbra - it is heard
in the piano fugues for a Nachtmusik -
not a Nach-Musik that should have cured
the meal - nor is it nocturne’s mystic
phlebotomy. it is darkness inside
feeling its way through the woodland of notes
without turning on the light to confide
its trouble to. this is not a night soaked
in the mind’s weather nor an abyssal void
but a teleology of darkness.
the true night in Rubbra is not employed
with getting around. intricate starkness
holds its ground in shade - keeps to its station -
a bluebell sward inside a dark sun.
17 May 2021
Edmund Rubbra’s Introduction Aria and Fugue Op. 104 ( 1959 - 60 ). Astute readers and listeners will observe my dissent from Stravinsky on Nachtmusik here.