Music poems
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Gladys And Her Island
© Jean Ingelow
“Ah, well, but I am here; but I have seen
The gay gorse bushes in their flowering time;
I know the scent of bean-fields; I have heard
The satisfying murmur of the main.”
Bishops Caundle
© William Barnes
At peace day, who but we should goo
To Caundle vor an' hour or two:
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 06
© Torquato Tasso
LXXI
Aurora bright her crystal gates unbarred,
Looking Forward
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
How busily those little fingers soft
That within mine own are clasped so oft
Psalm CIV. Paraphrased
© James Thomson
To praise thy Author, Soul, do not forget;
Canst thou, in gratitude, deny the debt?
Lord, thou art great, how great we cannot know;
Honour and majesty do round thee flow.
Illicit
© Conrad Aiken
Of what she said to me that nightno matter.
The strange thing came next day.
The Master said
© Confucius
The Master said,
"It is by the Odes that the mind is aroused."
It is by the Rules of Propriety that the character is established.
"It is from Music that the finish is received."
The Dancer by David Tucker: American Life in Poetry #63 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Remember those Degas paintings of the ballet dancers? Here is a similar figure study, in muted color, but in this instance made of words, not pigment. As this poem by David Tucker closes, I can feel myself holding my breath as if to help the dancer hold her position.
The Dancer
The Purple Valleys
© Madison Julius Cawein
Far in the purple valleys of illusion
I see her waiting, like the soul of music,
Lovely Chance
© Sara Teasdale
O LOVELY chance, what can I do
To give my gratefulness to you?
You rise between myself and me
With a wise persistency;
The Song Of Hiawatha: Introduction And Vocabulary
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If still further you should ask me,
Saying, "Who was Nawadaha?
Tell us of this Nawadaha,"
I should answer your inquiries
Straightway in such words as follow.
Freedoms
© Gerald Gould
To every hill there is a lowly slope,
But some have heights beyond all height--so high
They make new worlds for the adventuring eye.
We for achievement have forgone our hope,
And shall not see another morning ope,
Nor the new moon come into the new sky.
Come to Me, Sunbeam! I'm Dying
© Henry Clay Work
Come to me, Sunbeam! I'm dying
Uncared for, distress'd and alone.
Natural Philosophy
© William Henry Drummond
Very offen I be t'inkin' of de queer folk goin' roun',
And way dey kip a-talkin' of de hard tam get along--
Sonnet
© Emma Lazarus
STILL northward is the central mount of Maine,
From whose high crown the rugged forests seem
Like shaven lawns, and lakes with frequent gleam,
"Like broken mirrors," flash back light again.
Queen Mab: Part VIII.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
THE FAIRY
'The present and the past thou hast beheld.
It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn,
The secrets of the future--Time!
La Ascension y La Asuncion
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Vive conmigo no sé qué mujer
invisible y perfecta, que me encumbra
en cada anochecer y amanecer.
At The Banquet To The Grand Duke Alexis
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
ONE word to the guest we have gathered to greet!
The echoes are longing that word to repeat,--
It springs to the lips that are waiting to part,
For its syllables spell themselves first in the heart.
Pippa Passes: Part II: Noon
© Robert Browning
You by me,
And I by you; this is your hand in mine,
And side by side we sit: all's true. Thank God!
I have spoken: speak you!
Spring Song
© Bliss William Carman
Like a whim of Grieg's or Gounod's,
This same self, bird, bud, or Bluenose,
Some day I may capture (Who knows?)
Just the one last joy I lack,
Waking to the far new summons,
When the old spring winds come back.
