It was a bright winter weekend in Seattle. The sun angle is at blinding eye level, especially in the car! Sunset is just after 5 o'clock. We are turning the corner up here in the dark lands.
On Sunday we met up with friends for coffee at SAM before the Symphony. It was a good program. Midori, the international violin celebrity, played the fiendish Braham's Violin Concerto and made it look like a stroll in the park.
In Braham's time, it was famously declared "unplayable" by violin virtuoso Henryk Wieniawski. To bad the old guy couldn't watch this beautiful, petite, middle-aged Japanese American woman whip it out.
Along with a Wagner prelude and Schumann symphony (we got our money's worth) there was a piece composed by Samuel Coleridge-Taylor.
What? The famous poet also wrote music?
No, actually, his mother named him after the writer. But poor Samuel Coleridge-Taylor (unlike Samuel Taylor Coleridge) had a short and sad life.
But now-- that poem is stuck in this English major's brain.
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