This is Michael Carey for Voices from the Prairie a weekly sampling from the rich soil of Iowas literary tradition. How strong an influence the mentors of our youth are cannot be overestimated. Such was the influence of one Mrs. Snow on the young Donald Justice who grew up to be a composer and a famous poet and teacher at the University of Iowa. Listen how his old teachers music still enters his words.
Busts of the great composers glimmered
in niches,
Pale stars. Poor Mrs. Snow, who could forget her,
Calling the time out in that hushed falsetto?
(How early we begin to grasp what kitsch is!)
But when she loomed above us like an alp,
We little towns below would feel her shadow.
Somehow her nods of approval seemed to matter
More than the stray flakes drifting from her scalp.
Her etchings of ruins, her mass-production Mings
Were our first culture: she put us in awe of things.
And once, with her help, I composed a waltz,
Too innocent to be completely false
Perhaps, but full of marvelous clichés.
She beamed and softened then.
Ah,
those were the days.
"Mrs. Snow" by Donald Justice from The Sunset Maker published in 1987 by Atheneum.
For Voices from the Prairie and Humanities Iowa, this is Michael Carey hoping you continue to hear the music blooming all around you.
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