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From: "Kenneth Wolman" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, July 16, 2005 8:36 PM
Subject: "The Teacher"--REVISED
> THE TEACHER
> Expectations, hopes, why.
> 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
> 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.
Liked this enormously.