‘Conservatory’.
I had imagined a magic tower
and was thrown into a class of sneezing children.
A record fidgeted a Waltz, the tune of the unmarried.
And all the awful smiles.
The beginning was small and the end should greatly blunder
I hated the Wienies rattles and the feminine anklets
I hated the teacher’s merriment and my surroundings
I was happy.
Days of the Tel-Aviv Conservatory
1. Rythmusic
2. The test
3. Piano
4. The first concert
5. Debussy
6. Baroque
7. Flute
8. Rumor
9. Commendation
10. The last recital
2. The test
3. Piano
4. The first concert
5. Debussy
6. Baroque
7. Flute
8. Rumor
9. Commendation
10. The last recital
AuthorUri Hollander