"My first born picks an apple"

Rhina

We need beauty in our lives, now more than ever.
Here are three gifts.

First: any time with Rhina P. Espaillat, in person or on the page, is precious to me.

My Firstborn Picks an Apple

One day in apple country
on a small hill
dappled with afternoon,
the light stood still.

Windfall about our steps
dimpled the grass,
eloquent in praise
of things that pass,

while overhead the season
moved without haste,
teaching a kind of patience
sweet to the taste.

Four of us linked together
combed that hillside,
your father and I,
you and your bride

sharing your single apple
down to the core,
ourselves whole as good fruit.
Who could ask more

than such an hour,
such hands to hold,
walking in apple weather,
harvesting gold?


Second: a link to a concerto grosso by Handel which we’ll be playing on Winter Baroque. This feels right.

George Frideric Handel (1685 - 1759)
Concerto Grosso, Opus 6, Number 12 in B Minor, HWV 330

The last is a landscape by the 19th Century German painter, Caspar David Friedrich: mysterious, yet also private - and safe.

David Yang, Artistic Director

Caspar David Friedrich:
Uttewalder Grund (1825)

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