Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON HEARING SCHUMANN'S 'TRAUMEREIEN', by GEORGE KESSLER First Line: No longer does my clay-form hold my soul Last Line: Ah! Would it were not just a fancied dream. Subject(s): Schumann, Robert Alexander (1810-1856) | ||||||||
No longer does my clay-form hold my soul. On wings of music now my spirit-self, A disembodied mystic, giant elf, Has risen to a lonely cloudy mole To play in brilliant skies a dreamer's role. As idle as Augustans rich with pelf, It lies outstretched upon the vapor shelf And looks down at the earth -- at plain and knoll. It views earth hued with hope, a pungent green; A road of dusty gold winds up the hill, As downward flows a shining silver stream. Through every window smiling folks are seen, But happiness now seems the world to fill -- Ah! would it were not just a fancied dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SYMPHONIC STUDIES (AFTER ROBERT SCHUMANN) by EMMA LAZARUS MUSIC IN MOONLIGHT by RICHARD WATSON GILDER SCHUMANN'S SONATA IN A MINOR by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER HOW ROBERT SCHUMANN WAS DEFEATED BY DEMONS, SELS. by FRANCISCO HERNANDEZ SCHUMANN ADDS TROMBONES TO SECOND SYMPHONY AFTER MENDELSSON CONDUCTS by MILLER WILLIAMS THE LITANY OF THE DARK PEOPLE by COUNTEE CULLEN MR. HOUSMAN'S MESSAGE by EZRA POUND EPIGRAMS: BOOK I, 1 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE AT BALACLAVA: THE CHARGE by ALFRED TENNYSON |
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