Tuesday, March 3, 2015


The third expert expressed doubt
That the soul in the box
Was Paganini’s. “Too small,”
He said, “and not shiny.
When we gave it a violin
It didn’t twitch an eyebrow
Or pretend interest. Probably
The work of some local botcher;
In the early 19th century,
After all, Europe was filled
With unscrupulous artisans
Willing, if their price was met,
To make anything, no questions asked.
Why, in my own father’s family
There was an uncle who,
During the late Risorgimento
Lost his soul or had it stolen
And came home with one jerry-built
From copper tubes and spiderwebs.”

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