Chopin
As
Played by Andre Gide
and
Arturo Benetti Michelangeli
There is an inexorable fatality
In the pompe funèbre; a deep
holding back
In the voluptuous restraint.
Le petit mort à sa propre douceur.
The vertiginous sustenance of
enjambement,
A la Baudelaire!
The tender enigmas which uncurl with
your hair,
Their slow, unkempt deliverance.
I have been listening to you now for
close to four decades,
And your image is still hallucinatory;
Incantatory, trance!...
To be distilled in the finger’s deep
tributaries,
That are as if aligned upon the ivories;
Le petit mort à sa propre douceur.
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