Thursday, May 12, 2016
Umid Ali writes
You are demented with your melodies,
A countenance wafting from tones
What rotated your heart?
A gift of rhythm is art.
Melody. Music – minefield of a life,
A bond of soul is a tune.
What smell is it coming from melodies?
Is it Spring?
This is a season of the tone.
O, glamor… blooming the melody,
You are sky high at this moment.
I am still in a dilemma,
Tell me, did you embrace the happiness
Or did happiness do it?
--tr. Asror Allayarov, from "The Gate Opened by Angels"
Beethoven Composing in his Study (print, after a painting by Carl Schloesser).