North Carolina. Paul Goldfinger.
By Charles Pierre
The Turning
I turned to look, but our old clapboard house
had disappeared. I looked once again, but
mother and father, a room full of books,
the blue hydrangeas and white hyacinths
that bordered the yard, a dog with red marks,
an entire harbor — all had flowed away.
Against the weight of loss that presses down
in torpor and regret, I turn with time
and let it swirl me, as a breeze swirls dust,
lightly folding each fleck into itself,
the breeze a moment of the wind’s being,
a being reborn with each dawn’s weather.
YEHUDI MENUHIN, CAMERATA LYSY GSTAAD AND ALBERTO LYSY. By Johann Sebastian Bach.
“Double Concerto in D Minor for Two Violins and Strings. Largo.