How do poets play? Of their own souls Making psalteries, Whose music rolls Toned to the vibrant ray Of interstellar harmonies; There lightnings involute With lightnings, shoot Athwart the flagrant spaces of the day, Till sound ensheathed in sound, Music in music drowned, Flooding the still depths round, Swoon in fainting silences away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNDER THE CEDARCROFT CHESTNUT by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |