Lessons
Hands ought
to play. Three times
this week we speak,
my instrument and I, neck
to strings.
Poems on the topic: music
Poems on the topic “music” on Poets.by.
Bed music
My wife and I in bed
fell into a music,
rose singing to rose,
and all day in the office
I can hardly bring myself to eat
a bit of bread.
War dance
War gives the world an ill music
in praise of the mad.
Conch shell
Like a speechless opera
or dust in ladies’ hair,
the hiss of the sea.
Homesick
My ache is
a green thing,
a simple music.
It plays well
on a violin.
But how I cry
for the home
and weather
I left!
Tone deaf
A lamb to change
into a bagpipe,
like angel to wife:
I sing in my chamber.
Classical cockerel
In the morning din,
the cock had a harp and violin
played to an inquisitive hen-house end:
to go within.
Coronation day
Pleasure is a red throne
and all the fiddlers in red.
Come to me as if
to the ground,
as if walking up and down
or going to the kitchen.
Eat the first dish
on the king’s table
and give me music of all sorts—
but above all, a kiss.
And we stayed till the city
had a light like a glory
round about it
and a great many men and women
laid hold of us, drinking to us
one after another—
Composed
A great music
we borrow of the sea—
and so still
the bed.
Full figure
With a fiddle
I go part-
way home
and a bass,
go to bed.
Gifts
A strange providence got me
much trouble in mind,
some cheese and a patent
on ignorant talk,
a wife and a house,
great doings of music
and a bit of bread and butter
after I was a-bed.
Hope and Doubt
I dine with hope and doubt
in a coat of velvet.
Half moon, half dark,
we sing bass and treble.
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