Pale Forget-Me-Not - Poem by gershon hepner
Sometimes grandeur, sometimes tragedy, gives shape
to movements of sonatas of our lives, for they
are fundamental as the terroir of the grape
and colors of a painting, if it isn’t grey.
Between these two abysses we may live, if we
are lucky, perched between a grandeur we cannot
attain, and tragedy from which we cannot flee,
recalling in the moonlight pale forget-me-not.
András Schiff gave the last of his series of Beethoven sonatas at the Disney Hall last night, playing Sonatas 0p.26,27 and 28. Regarding the second movement of the Moonlight Sonata8, which Edwin Fischer compared to a flower between two abysses, Schiff wrote in the program notes that this movement has to have grandeur, tragedy and shape.
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