Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LAMENT OF THE ORGANIST OF NOTRE-DAME DE NICE, by JULES LAFORGUE Poet's Biography First Line: Hark, already the winter crows Last Line: I have made for the death of the earth. Subject(s): Despair; Organs (musical Instruments) | ||||||||
Hark, already the winter crows Have said their psalm among our bells; The autumn showers are near, like knells; Farewell the woods of the casinos. Last night her cheek had a paler dye And her body shivered, numbed quite through; This church of ours is icy, too. Ah, none loves her down here but I. I! I shall cut my heart out, tooled For the sake of a smile so sad from her, And remain true to her image there Forever, in this victorious world. The day that she leaves this world A Miserere I mean to play So cosmic in its despairing way That God will have to return me word. No, I shall stay down here, all dark, Loyal to my dear phthisic dead, Rocking my heart too deeply fed With the eternal fugues of Bach. And every year, at the new year's birth, On our anniversary, constant then, I shall unroll this Requiem I have made for the death of the Earth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST CHORD by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE ORGANIST by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE ORGANIST IN HEAVEN (SAMUEL SEBASTIAN WESLEY) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE ORGAN (ALLEGRO) by NATHAN HASKELL DOLE AN IMPROMPTU; ... FOR THE COMPLETION OF THE GREAT ORGAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE ORGAN-BLOWER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE SYLVAN MUSICIAN by CYRIL A. LINGEMANN ON A MEMORIAL ORGAN by LEWIS MORRIS (1833-1907) |
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