Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON BEING DEAF, by NAN FITZ-PATRICK First Line: I live within a towered silence where Last Line: Across the anthems hallowing your face. Subject(s): Deafness | ||||||||
I live within a towered silence where The sound of neither pain nor joy intrudes; Where earthy covetous ambitions dare Not dominate and dreary platitudes Cannot assail. Sense may not be implored By strings of sighing violins, By weird vibrations of a vocal cord, Nor detonations beat on tightened skins. But I know wild arpeggios played by wind On tempest clouds; the andantino song Of moonlight over waves when fog has thinned; And pastorals the stars invent along The sky. These silent melodies I trace Across the anthems hallowing your face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MUTTERINGS OVER THE CRIB OF A DEAF CHILD by JAMES WRIGHT JIM'S WHISTLE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON AMENDS by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT OF ONE AFFLICTED WITH DEAFNESS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO A DEAF AND DUMB LITTLE GIRL by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE RHAPSODY OF THE DEAF MUTE by EDOUARD JOACHIM CORBIERE DAWNS THROUGH WHICH I ALMOST SEE by NAN FITZ-PATRICK |
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