- Summer Horn
Something deep had shaken the crowd, and the old man and the man with the horn had done it.
—Ralph Ellison
hotter than hellin the park this afternoon,and the bright metal throws back
a scorching glare—best not look, just listenas the player fumbles for the key
then pursuesthe singer’s voice skyward,the two like hungry falcons
vying for preyabove a starving land,their chase recalling lays
of an agewhen heroes met their fate with dignity:none can deny that it is a good sound
if unlikely,or good because unlikely,this full-throated singing born of breath
and valve,the gleaming bell nowspilling out a counter-melody,
for counter-melodyhas ever been its privilege in a march—though this, at last, is no march but
pure blues:annunciation of the fine and mellow,memory of many thousands gone [End Page 205]
Mark Jones is an English professor and amateur jazz pianist who lives in Blue Island, Illinois. He specializes in the literature of the English Renaissance but finds a way to teach Ralph Ellison every year. Sometimes he plays the euphonium horn.