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for my friend, Elizabeth, who just
recently passed away, may her
own pilgrimage be blessed
1. Angélus! Prière aux anges gardiens
2. Aux cyprès de la Villa D’Este, Threnody (l)
3. Aux cyprès de la Villa D’Este, Threnody (ll) ((ll)
4. Les jeux de la Villa D’Este
5. Sunt Lacrymae rerum (en mode Hongrois)
These are tears for things (in Hungarian mode)
Maximilien. Empereur de Mexique, 19 juin, 1867)
7. Sursum corda (Erhebet eure Herzen)
here or above, with Beethoven’s own
from his 12th Sonata, you’ll hear the
stirrings of Impressionism peeping out
from the roots of Romanticism,
Beethoven, in 1801, is firm, solid, direct,
poignant, while Liszt, 1877, is more
diffuse, improvisational, evocative, his
is an idiosyncratic marche funèbre
compare either two with Chopin’s
Beethoven’s still, and as implanted
in our collective consciousness,
where Liszt’s more esoteric
interpretation of such a march has
essentially been forgotten
should it be, what do you think, you
tell me
R ! chard