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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN ITALIAN SONNET-SEQUENCE: 1, by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT Poet's Biography First Line: Take not your fingers from the ivory keys Last Line: And break his lips to song in sympathy. Subject(s): Love | |||
Take not your fingers from the ivory keys, But let them linger, straying here and there; Or let them sink melodiously where Lie fair, locked pearls in music's sobbing seas. We look and smile, artless of what doth please Us, for our lips are dumb, sealed with despair To say the happiness our mute hearts bear And cannot tell except in strains like these. Then go not. Hold that last note ere it flee. Weave thy sweet themes anew, until they wind A golden maze of dreams and harmony. One wayward note adventurous way may find Where timid love in silence sits enshrined, And break his lips to song in sympathy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A CALL TO PRAYER by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT |
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