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• Harris, Frank
  Contemporary Portraits (Fourth Series)
  Brentano's, New York, 1923, Cloth, , , Very Good /No Jacket
  
  

  318 pp. Spine very dull with some white stains, else very good, clean and bright inside. The contemporary book sticker of the Gotham Book Mart on rear pastedown. Fascinating biographical essays including Richard Wager, Ivan Turgeniev, Charlie Chaplin, John Tyndal, Ernst Haeckel, Grant Allen, Leonard Merrick, Herbert Trench, Max Beerbohm, Henri Matisse, H. L. Mencken, La Follette, Twain, Gorki, Trotsky, Emma Goldman, Sarah Bernhardt and more.

  

John Cage

The John Cage Trust was established in 1993 as a not-for-profit institution whose mission is to gather together, organize, preserve, disseminate, and generally further the work of the late American composer, John Cage. Its founding trustees were Merce Cunningham, Artistic Director of the Cunningham Dance Company, Anne d'Harnoncourt, Director of the Philadelphia Museum, and David Vaughan, Archivist of the Cunningham Dance Foundation, all long-time Cage friends and associates. Laura Kuhn, who from 1986 to 1992 worked directly with John Cage, serves as both a founding trustee and ongoing Executive Director. In 2008, Anne d'Harnoncourt was replaced by Margarete Roeder, long-time gallerist to both Cage and Cunningham; in 2009, Merce Cunningham was replaced by Melissa Harris, editor-in-chief of Aperture.

JUNE

When the bubble moon is young,
Down the sources of the breeze,
Like a yellow lantern hung
In the tops of blackened trees,
There is promise she will grow
Into beauty unforetold,
Into all unthought-of gold.
Heigh ho!

When the Spring has dipped her foot,
Like a bather, in the air,
And the ripples warm the root
Till the little flowers dare,
There is promise she will grow
Sweeter than the Springs of old,
Fairer than was ever told.
Heigh ho!

But the moon of middle night,
Risen, is the rounded moon;
And the Spring of budding light
Eddies into just a June.
Ah, the promise - was it so?
Nay, the gift was fairy gold;
All the new is over-old.
Heigh ho!