But, to get the thread back on track, let us consider what happens when one gets too involved with the instrument under consideration. I like to think of Allen being thus transformed:
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of paradise.
From Kubla Khan by S T Coleridge. A warning to us all of the dangers of addiction to the dulcimer/cimbalom/santouri.
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Last edited by Ann Drysdale; 05-03-2022 at 03:07 AM.
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