Mussorgsky, although not the best
composer, was, at least, Modeste,
quite unlike Wagner, who was proud,
and often shamefully allowed
himself to say what’s never written
by men who’re good, like Ben, Lord Britten,
who had a most weird point of view
not only in “Turn of the Screw”
but also in his “Death in Venice, ”
where he described the hidden menace
of love that is forbidden, fan
like Henry James and Thomas Mann.
The greatest, and perhaps most modest,
was Brahms, by Clara Schumann goddessed,
though Gerald Moore was never proud,
because he never was too loud.
11/25/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem