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Miscellanea
Poem
The boy as Glenn Gould
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No baseball and no rough-housing.
His Mother said
Your hands are too
Fragile
This meant no friends
(But more practising)
His true companions:
A dog and a parrot
Who sat patiently
As their boy ran scales
(Faster, faster, faster)
That's when the humming started
(It keeps you company)
His Father
Never keen on all this
piano playing
Changed their name from Gold to Gould
(Thought it sounded “less Jewish”, for Upper Canada)
Glenn
Always played on a low chair,
With the legs cut-off
Hands reaching up to the keyboard
Ever the boy
(Sitting shiva for the boy?)
Footnotes
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