When Kirill Gerstein stood up, having played Rachmaninoff's concerto number three, More virtuosity was then displayed; His encore for left hand filled me with glee. With his right hand at rest upon his thigh, His left spun peerless aural fantasies That seemed impossible, at least well-nigh, With just five fingers dancing on the keys. I … Continue reading May 17: Left-Handed Compliments
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January 13: Reflections
While on unbroken paths today I roved, Persuaded by a minor injury, I found myself within a sunny grove, Whose eucalyptus contemplated me. I paused to meet one's eye, and there I found That to the trunk small mirrors had been fixed, The joints and knots now winked, and all around Reflection, art, and fancy … Continue reading January 13: Reflections
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