Wagner - The rape of the Sabines... a kommers in Olympus.
Beethoven - The glory that was Greece... the grandeur that was
Rome... a laugh.
Haydn - A siedel on the table... a girl of your knee... another
and different girl in your heart.
Chopin - Two embalmers at work upon a minor poet... the scent of
tuberoses... Autumn rain.
Richard Strauss - Old Home Week in Gomorrah.
Johann Strauss - Forty couple dancing... one by one they slip from
the hall... sounds of kisses... the lights go out.
Puccini - Silver macaroni, exquisitely tangled.
Debussy - A pretty girl with one blue eye and one brown one.
Bach - Genesis I, I.
FROM the Smart Set, may 1912
J.S. Bach: The Master
"Bach - Genesis I, I."
AT A BACH CONCERT
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.