And so BirdBrains continue through the Exhibition...
Hartmann's portraits of S.G. & Sch. were displayed separately, but Mussorgsky opted to combine them in his mind and compose a piece in which the two men have an altercation.
Comments soon! (-:>)

Samuel Goldenberg und Schmu˙le

I am Goldenberg, Samuel, magnificent chap,
fresh attired for the winter in excellent cap,
a fine fitting of velvet upon my high head
for thirteen – count 'em! – foxtails, delightfully dead;
and my city is Sandomir, city of trade,
with its history of many a terrible raid,
yet my ancestors, all good men, strived to prevail
in great garments – but what is that hideous wail?

Sir, it's Schmu˙le, please spare me one coin of your wealth,
please Sir, see, I can't work for I'm not in good health,
it's the polio, that's why I lean on my stick,
and it's worse in the winter, I'm ever so sick;
just one coin, Sir, for look, I'm in rags, I'm so cold,
but your coat is so grand, Sir, a sight to behold,
please reach into your coat, God will see and He'll say,
'That's a fine fellow, helping a poor man today.'

Cease these grievances, Schmu˙le, for I know your type,
'I'm so sick', 'I can't work', what a gutload of tripe!

No it's true, Sir, for once I had plenty to eat,
and back then I had no need to beg in the street!

Hmph! you fell to drink, no doubt – expect me to help?
now be off with you forthwith, despicable whelp!

But Sir, don't you see, once I was rich just like you!
I said, off! leave me be, man, and take your stick too!

Thus they part; Goldenberg shakes his head, to shake free
from his mind the encounter, the difficulty
in acknowledging, fortune may bless or may curse,
and his fat fingers tighten around his plush purse;
Schmu˙le sighs yet returns to his corner to beg,
for some folk don't blame booze for his poor withered leg –
once the winter sun sets, to his hard bed he'll lurch,
pausing briefly in prayer outside St Jacob's Church.

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Written on 2015-08-03 at 00:54

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
What a wonderful piece. I am always amazed at how the rich make excuses for not helping the poor. They offer the same reasons these days along with "oh, he is a professional beggar". A very nice piece, amusing and happily read :)

Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
All at BirdBrains renew our thanks for comments on our poetry.

We had suspected it, and this evening we receive confirmation from a musical friend that Mussorgsky had a social conscience, hence the distinction in his mind and music between rich man and poor man.

'We invite thee to comment on our poetry next time, jim's pony,' adds Ms Bird, pleasantly :>)

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!

Simply brilliant. No not simply, your art just makes it seem so. I suppose such a thing would be difficult to make happen, but I envision a poetry reading, with a cello perhaps playing a part of each movement as you read each poem . . . to great applause of course.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
S. G.'s eyes seem haunted to me, his expression sad and compassionate.


Poems at an Exhibition
by Coo & Co