June 20, 2012 at 11:15 PMThere has always been something about Bach that made me prefer his music over even the Romantic composers. I could never quite put into words why, but Adrienne Rich did:
Coming by evening through the wintry city
We said that art is out of love with life.
Here we approach a love that is not pity.
This antique discipline, tenderly severe,
Renews belief in love yet masters feeling,
Asking of us a grace in what we bear.
Form is the ultimate gift that love can offer -
The vital union of necessity
With all that we desire, all that we suffer.
A too-compassionate art is half an art.
Only such proud restraining purity
Restores the else-betrayed, too-human heart.
Thank you for posting it :)
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