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Does anyone know the author of this poem? I love this poem especially
the last few lines.


Dearest, note how these two are alike:
This harpsicord pavane by Purcell
And the racer's twelve-speed bike.

The machinery of grace is always simple.
This chrome trapezoid, one wheel connected
To another of concentric gears,
Which Ptolemy dreamt of and Schwinn perfected,
Is gone. The cyclist, not the cycle, steers.
And in the playing, Purcell's chords are played away.

So this talk, or touch if I were there,
Should work its effortless gadgetry of love,
Like Dante's heaven, and melt into the air.

If it doesn't, of course, I've fallen. So much is chance,
So much agility, desire, and feverish care,
As bicyclists and harpsicordists prove

Who only by moving can balance,
Only by balancing move.

http://www.google.com.au/search?num=...e+by+Purcel l

Thanks for the information. This author was born exactly 2 days after
I was. I hope I don't die as young as he did. Thanks for googling for
me. I never thought to google. Duh! Now I know better.
Thanks,
Peace and stuff