Sorry, meant b/c, but it is all right f/c,
adding a good Sunday to all,
Anny
----- Original Message -----
From: "Anny Ballardini" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Sunday, July 17, 2005 12:27 PM
Subject: b/c
> Hi dear Kenneth,
>
> I agree with Frederick Pollack,
>
> a great poem, with my compliments and my wishes for a good Sunday,
>
> Anny
>
> From: "Kenneth Wolman"
> Subject: "The Teacher"--REVISED
>
>
>> THE TEACHER
>>
>> Expectations, hopes, why.
>> Because.
>>
>> You have come for something.
>>
>> She learned from Bream,
>> Williams, even Segovia.
>>
>> She does not act famous
>> no great lady noblesse oblige
>> instead excuses herself before you start,
>> sprays her plants, talks to them
>>
>> she does not play the guitar for you
>> you don't dare ask
>>
>> demonstrations are not in the fee
>> they are not even extras
>> they are irrelevant
>>
>> it's not about her but you
>>
>> a gift--
>> the hour is wholly yours.
>>
>> Age horrifies
>> she is as old as you
>>
>> but has a hundred concert posters
>> lining her studio walls
>> herself and people she's taught
>>
>> you are the novice
>> trying to find out how to hold your hands
>>
>> to learn how playing the classical guitar
>> is an unnatural act
>>
>> But you don't come back
>> Can't
>> overreacher
>>
>> Is this a surprise?
>> Is any new heartbreak more
>> than cause for a yawn?
>>
>> Education is for the comfortable
>>
>> Frederick of Prussia could afford
>> Joachim Quantz to teach him flute
>>
>> But you--your children are too old to sell
>> they are of age and can object
>>
>> But: you learned how to hold your hands
>> on the guitar.
>>
>> They are curved in supplication.
>>
>> KTW/7-16-05
>>
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