Wanderlust
the tower knows nothing of the hill
travel is a sort of music
counterfeiting hands and discourses
not fit for paper that still word away
like a man gone out
of his quiet mind
Poems on the topic: music
Poems on the topic “music” on Poets.by.
Embouchure
lip swelled by over-rubbing
the trumpet
could do nothing but a flat
could not howl
in the pretty mode recommended
for a fainting fit
Monologue
rain makes a mad din all evening
time is our tune
Night music
they did not seem to take
the least notice of it
did not seem fit for it
the great harp
that I hear in the garden
after dark
Audiophile
I give my viol head
to my viol maker
his name is wise
who deals in sound
a pitch merchant
here for some high words
Mind-altering
after a little music
my thoughts differ
like pointing at a sword
or coming to France to protest
capable of great trust
no false parts ever hold
Out of shape
alone with my pleasant rot
I will not be fit
like talk from upstairs
the rough music of the heart
Sleepless
I hear music in the night
lying without sheets
my stomach sick
Post-traumatic
The war
found a root
at my supper table—
no manners but
a cruel music.
Lesson in humility
After music,
the painter at last
is like an honest shadow
angry to hear of night.
In the coalfields
This mine I work
and break upon—
we pray for it.
The weather is
as warm as an ear
after a day of music.
Taiji
Within the dolphin,
a great lost music
given to the night.
And the fountain—
so pretty a red.
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