[for a player]
Hail and farewell, across decades, George Sand;
of whom, in my senior year, I was so fond.
But I do not think your taken pseudonym
was more than a pretense, or, perhaps, a whim
engaged in for emotional protection.
But your disguise did not prevent detection.
I do not think you desired to be a man.
Nor do I think you wanted the love of Chopin---
not in the way that he might have asserted;
so he departed Nohant, disconcerted.
Starward
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