Category Archives: Judith Newton

LAST QUARTET By Judith Newton In the end, you would no longer hear your music— you, whose rooms had been alive with it, whose life was Late Quartet. I think of you and I remember Beethoven in a Berkeley house, … Continue reading →

PRESS TWICE FOR YES by Judith Newton Do you know me? Are you too warm? Shall I help you die? “There’s none can die in the arms of those who are wishing them sore to stay on earth.” In the … Continue reading →