Melodies — Summary

The patter of a baby's feet

Upon the floor,

His babble at the door —

Ah, these are sounds too sweet, too sweet !

Blue sky, save me from tears !

Soft summer wind, stop up mine ears !

The patter of a baby's feet,

His chatter— oh, too tender sweet !

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The speaker in Harriet Monroe’s “Melodies” focuses on two tiny, ordinary sounds—a baby’s bare feet pattering across a floor and his half-formed words at a door. Those sounds are simple, but they hit the speaker with such tenderness that they become almost unbearable. The repetition of “too sweet” and “too tender sweet” suggests pleasure tipping over into pain. The speaker asks the blue sky to keep her from crying and the summer wind to stop up her ears, as if the only way to endure such sweetness is to soften it. The mood is delicate and aching: not sad exactly, but full of the strange intensity that can come when love or memory makes the world feel too vivid. It’s a small poem, but it lingers on how fragile and fleeting a baby’s early sounds are.

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