'At a Bach Concert'

June 20, 2012 at 11:15 PM

There 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.

From Atilla Yasar
Posted on June 21, 2012 at 10:01 AM

Well, sometimes I'm kinda slow with poetry but I really liked it as far as I got it :P

Thank you for posting it :)

From Tom Holzman
Posted on June 21, 2012 at 1:51 PM

Judith - thanks so much for posting that lovely poem. It certainly could capture the essence of why people like Bach. Adrienne was a friend of my parents. I do not remember her, but my younger brother does.

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'At a Bach Concert'

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