Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MUSIC, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Far from this atmosphere that music sounds Last Line: At some late day unto himself again. Subject(s): Music & Musicians | ||||||||
Far from this atmosphere that music sounds Piercing some azure chink in the dull clouds Of sense that overarch my recent years, And steal his freshness from the noonday sun. Ah, I have wandered many ways and lost The boyant step, the whole responsive life That stood with joy to hear what seemed then Its echo, its own harmony borne back Upon its ear. This tells of better space, Far far beyond the hills the woods the clouds That bound my low and plodding valley life, Far from my sin, remote from my distrust, Where first my healthy morning life perchance Trod lightly as on clouds, and not as yet My weary and faint hearted noon had sunk Upon the clod while the bright day went by. Lately, I feared my life was empty, now I know though a frail tenement that it still Is worth repair, if yet its hollowness Doth entertain so fine a guest within, and through Its empty aisles there still doth ring Though but the echo of so high a strain; It shall be swept again and cleansed from sin To be a thoroughfare for celestial airs; Perchance the God who is proprietor Will pity take on his poor tenant here And countenance his efforts to improve His property and make it worthy to revert, At some late day Unto himself again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINER NOTES TO AN IMAGINARY PLAYLIST by TERRANCE HAYES VARIATIONS: 13 by CONRAD AIKEN BELIEVE, BELIEVE by BOB KAUFMAN ROUND ABOUT MIDNIGHT by BOB KAUFMAN MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE POWER OF MUSIC by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |
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