Poems

Jeffrey Burghauser: ‘String’ and ‘Em6’

String Anglo-Saxons called the lingual frenulum (a sling, Or a night Helictite, Glistening) a string. And they took the term while tilling Time’s remotest ridge As their own Tundra-sown Word for lineage. Then (of course) there’s cable, cordage, twine, and all the rest— What, when known, Throws the tone From a lyre’s chest. String attaches tongue to mouth, a life to Time, the egg- Colored ridge Of the bridge To the tuning peg. Strings are everywhere—within you, and without. So come. Seize them, friend. Tease them, friend. Brush. And pluck. And strum. Jeffrey Burghauser     E♭m6 Every finger takes…

Subscribe to get access to all online articles

Digital Subscription

$88/ YR

Get the latest ideas from Australia’s most insightful writers.

Subscribe

  • Digital Subscription includes
  • Online editions of Quadrant Magazine
  • Printed editions of Quadrant Magazine
  • iPad ready PDF
  • Access to Quadrant Archives
  •  
  •  

Printed & Digital Subscription

$108/ YR

For avid readers of leading ideas
from Australia’s brightest.

Subscribe

  • Printed & Digital Subscription includes
  • Online editions of Quadrant Magazine
  • Printed editions of Quadrant Magazine
  • iPad ready PDF
  • Access to Quadrant Archives
  •  
  •  

Quadrant Patron

$300/ YR

Show your support for Australia’s
most open minded publication.

Subscribe

  • Quadrant Patron includes
  • Online editions of Quadrant Magazine
  • Printed editions of Quadrant Magazine
  • iPad ready PDF
  • Access to Quadrant Archives
  • All new editions of Quadrant Books
  • Exclusive invitations to Quadrant Dinners, book launches and events.