It was as if the ring had gone from the horizon And waves had overflowed the edges of the world. It was as if the eleven swans flew over. It was like sound singing along wires, An overheard humming message that does not concern us, Word travelling from the one who speaks to the one who hears. The staves of the world's music meet at infinity, And telegraph posts, the bars of space and time, Drop beyond the convexity of earth Carrying the music that circles the Great Year. To say that the word was ever here and now Or even that I imagined such a transit Would be to bind a stone to the current air, to founder Fleeting Galatea's murmuring shell. But for the space of a thought it was as if it seemed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER MUSIC by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH THE SAILOR BOY by ALFRED TENNYSON IN THE OLD SOUTH CHURCH; 1677 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WINTER SUNSET by EVA K. ANGLESBURG INTRODUCTORY VERSES TO MARIA HACK by BERNARD BARTON WHO SEEKS THE KING by LARENE KING BLEECKER |