Mieczysław Horszowski playing
Bach’s Partita No. 2's my workout
music on a gray September morn—
I’ve had the CD for over thirty years,
had forgot it till this dawn.
The sarabande evokes an optimist,
confronting one by one his fears.
Hope's fugacious, hard to resist,
these four parts in two lines insist.
Of what nature could it then consist?
The thrust of this sestet is, best
just write for yourself, and sod the rest!
Whatever others might suppose,
it's only you who, analyzing, knows.
September 26, 2024
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