- Sergei Rachmaninoff, regarding his first piano sonata
On the canvas of this impressionist,
there is no room for a missed stroke.
Watch the shapes of singing color rise.
From across the wheatfields,
the bells of Ivanovka
strain with ardor until they burst,
carillon recast as cannon-fire
blasting through a gaping rib-cage.
A window opens through time.
Is it she, whose eyes borrow a gleam
from the living lampada of sunset,
a vila lurking in the meadow-grass?
Near a bundle of sweet-clover,
a letter sealed with wax awaits.
A steady rain calms shaking hands.
Scriabin would have gotten that joke.
Idil Biret plays Rachmaninoff's Études-Tableaux Op.39