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Sonnet
Aug 5, 2008 12:57:40 GMT -6
Post by Groks on Aug 5, 2008 12:57:40 GMT -6
From a favorite poet of mine.
Sonnet
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips With melody deep, clear, and liquid slow Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low Of some song sung to rest the tired dead A song to fall like water on my head And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow
There is a magic made by melody A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep To the subqueus stillness of the sea And floats forever in a moon-green pool Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep
-Elizabeth Bishop
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