Its been a long day and I don’t have the energy to create something fresh, but wanted to be faithful to poetry month. I thought, “Hmm what are some of the things my friends have written about music?” Of course for every good piece, there are a zillion that I should not have unearthed. But let me share a couple that touched me:
Walter de la Mare was an English poet. 1873 – 1956.
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
When music sounds, out of the water rise
Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.
When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time’s woods break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.
Another favorite comes from the Bard himself:
Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway’st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,
At the wood’s boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips
O’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more blest than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
- Du holde Kunst, in wieviel grauen Stunden,
- Wo mich des Lebens wilder Kreis umstrickt,
- Hast du mein Herz zu warmer Lieb entzunden,
- Hast mich in eine beßre Welt entrückt!
- Oft hat ein Seufzer, deiner Harf’ entflossen,
- Ein süßer, heiliger Akkord von dir
- Den Himmel beßrer Zeiten mir erschlossen,
- Du holde Kunst, ich danke dir dafür!
by Gerard Mackworth-Young
- O gracious Art, in how many grey hours
- When life’s fierce orbit encompassed me,
- Hast thou kindled my heart to warm love,
- Hast charmed me into a better world!
- Oft has a sigh, issuing from thy harp,
- A sweet, blest chord of thine,
- Thrown open the heaven of better times;
- O gracious Art, for that I thank thee!
- With that dear friends, I bid you a blessed night. Be thankful for the music, the poetry and those who hear it and make it.