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    Julliard String Quartet Bartók – THE SIX STRING QUARTETS SONY

  MYSTIC   The air is a mill of hooks — Questions without answer, Glittering and drunk as flies Whose kiss stings unbearably In the fetid wombs of black air under pines in summer.   I remember The dead smell of sun on wood cabins, The stiffness of sails, the long salt winding sheets. Once […]