Ovations. O deprivations!
Such semen has crept into blonde violins,
rich horns, shy string quartets
out of Beethoven's furious genitals,
and Schubert's,
and Mozart's,
that ladies who bend to their cellos,
their velvet knees apart
know well there can only be one love
which is never Art.

from  Anne Stevenson, Theme with Variations