lundi 28 février 2011


  A Minuet of Mozart's Sara Teasdale, from Helen of Troy And Other Poems Across the dimly lighted room The violin drew wefts of sound, Airily they wove and wound And glimmered gold against the gloom. I watched the music turn to light, But at the pausing of the bow, The web was broken and the glow Was drowned within the wave of night.