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ОглавлениеErich Wolfgang Korngold
1897–1957
The perfect hero, perfect plot,
I did not live to score.
That would have meant, as like as not,
Techniques I used before,
But barer. Fewer upward sweeps
Among the strings; no harps;
Fanfares, but diatonic; leaps
Of key from flats to sharps
Avoided, save where, as with change
Of focus, they explain.
You cannot treat the Texas Range
And soundstage Spanish Main
In one tonality. But who
For hero, what the script?
A costumed Jüd in derring-do
Or Zarathustra stripped?
I am not Richard Strauss, alas,
Enjoying it both ways.
I am not sure it’s greener grass
Or topiary maze
Or Herod’s cistern I am in,
With Bette Davis soap.
And underscoring Errol Flynn
Needs certain skills to cope
Or one’s own head is on the plate.
Not quite Jokanaan,
Contract renewed and up to date,
I notate on and on,
Who am an exile exiled thrice:
From city, era, tongue.
Of course, Vienna has its price.
I am no bard unsung.
Ex-prodigy I, you ex-star,
For our time left to be
We are in real life what we are.
The hero may be me.