Re: Aria

[Dellsee@aol.com]

Dear Gabriel,
Your words spoke right to my heart. I, too, see the ground of life through
Gould's playing, and it has healed me. He is my teacher. Through the most
subtle, profound method, he shows me how to "seize every single moment of my
short life."
Here is poem I thought of while reading your lovely comment:

The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter 
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

Wallace Stevens



Thank you, Gabriel, again and again. You've reminded me.
Regards,

Patricia Prewitt, Berkeley, California