Wednesday, January 3, 2018
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Update: archived here for the next couple of weeks.
Monday, December 11, 2017
Moreover, as Dr T has just pointed out below, WCRB is presently running Boston's venerable Handel & Haydn Society performance from last week, and that should be showing up here pretty soon. (Scroll down and you'll find a Semele while you wait.)
Sunday, December 10, 2017
Saturday night Christmas tree 🎄 building! #HannaElisabethMüller who sang a stunning Pamina today @MetOpera and this Hansel had a lovely evening! Time to sleep and be bright and bushy for @RTuckerMusicFdn Gala @carnegiehall tomorrow 🎄🎉 pic.twitter.com/XUy3qjw4LT— Tara Erraught (@TaraErraught) December 10, 2017
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
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Thursday, November 30, 2017
but not that it was the first to fall,
the swing tree, with its difficult roots and its one low-hanging branch,
offered, it might be, by way of apology
for a history of bleeding toes, or
at least a quid pro quo for that blood tribute,
a highway, a hand, into the birds’ realm.
What our mother must have thought, watching,
all the missteps of disaster,
the slippery feet, an overborne branch, a weak bark
Treachery under hand, a casting-out
waiting to happen
that never did happen,
we were thoughtless and so in love with the crown.
It fell instead, when we were still young, a first of many heartbreaks
wrought in hurricanes and a chainsaw’s rip.
It was tall enough to reach the pond
and dip its hair in the black green water
for tadpoles to wonder at.
Had it been that time of year, but it can’t have been, can it? No hurricanes in spring. And I think of it as leafless, anyway, all silver trunks and leaders flat
on a hardening autumnal ground.
He remembers it standing, though,
Longer than the others.
I could say he’s wrong but
They are all giants in my memory.