That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long untaught I did not hear, But now the chorus I hear and am elated, A tenor, strong, ascending with power and health, with glad notes of daybreak I hear, A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves, A transparent base shuddering lusciously under and through the universe, The triumphant tutti, the funeral wailings with sweet flutes and violins, all these I fill myself with, I hear not the volumes of sound merely, I am moved by the exquisite meanings, I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving, contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion; I do not think the performers know themselves -- but now I think I begin to know them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON THE GOOD SHEPHERD by FELIX LOPE DE VEGA CARPIO TO MADAME DE SEVIGNE by MATHIEU DE MONTREUIL THE INDIAN'S WELCOME TO THE PILGRIM FATHERS by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY THE SAILOR BOY by ALFRED TENNYSON URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THIS STORY MORALIZED by WILLIAM BASSE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 38. TO ONE NOW ESTRANGED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |