(sonnet # CCCLXVI)
Bach calls in well-loved strains that tame, refine
The hasty moments; charm cares with that fair,
Familiar, soothing lilt, nigh plaintive where
Recorder flutes and violins combine
To contemplate a teasing thought; align
As dancers tracing patterns, with an air
Half-merry; longing linger; then repair
To join in grand finale, like fine wine?
Dear mem'ries waft and reappear to throw
Their light on now; these notes when hope would feign
As certainty, and dreams reigned all aglow
In reach or almost so, revive that plain
Of ease, for wise reflection's glare? That show
Was futile. Only these sweet prompts remain?
08Dec11
D36
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If you are at all familiar with J.S. Bach's Brandenburg Concerto No. 4, then you may (oh dear, I tremble) assess the octet for verity? (I chanced to hear the second half and felt inspired.) Introduced to the set in high school and filling my 18th and 19th years especially, with those melodies, they revive memories, proving the vanity of so much in this life. I am reminded as well that this set was originally written for the Duke of Brandenburg? And that time also, with all its pomp and glory, is long gone. A chastening reflection while the harmonies themselves sweeten the moments as they play.
- Category: Reflection
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