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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PAGANINI'S VIOLINS, by LEONORA SPEYER Poet's Biography
First Line: All april's larks in her most lavish sky
Last Line: Prancing like peacocks up the four gay strings!
Subject(s): Violins
First Line: All april's larks in her most lavish sky
Last Line: Prancing like peacocks up the four gay strings!
Subject(s): Violins
All April's larks in her most lavish sky
Know less of song than these! O mournful two,
Birds of Cremona, what shall rouse in you
The keen, edged sound once scattered planet high?
Like carrier doves, dismissed, unwinged, you lie
In dusty fame, your loosened strings untrue
To any key, hang limp as grasses do
After the long, long drought when meadows die.
This is no mood for lordly violins!
These mellow masters in their disarray
Behind museum doors! These gipsy kings!
I'd set them singing, tucked beneath the chins
Of fiddler-folk whose fingers know the way:
Prancing like peacocks up the four gay strings!
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