Such notes he chose! Notes that found echoes in His hearers' hearts. Climbing the hills of sound He reached a height Where he could send his message Flying down The corridors of joy— Notes of gay color, Tenderly sublime With Poland's sadness Sounding now and then; Patient, calm, smooth, perhaps, For just a little while And then— Running in ecstasies of gay delight Along the waiting keys Like children dancing home From some gay fete, Some notes he chose That seem today to me Like apple blossoms Fluttering to the ground; Like sunlight sparkling On a restless sea; Like dewdrops frosting A pale yellow rose; Like falling leaves That whirl along the street. He knew the beauty of A rose-flushed sky, The wild, weird music of a mountain-storm. The yearning tenderness of motherhood— Chopin knew all of this. With genius that grew out of patient love He sent the echoes, In sublime, sweet notes Ringing their joyful message Down the years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WOMEN WITH FABLED HAIR by MADELINE DEFREES ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND AN EVANGELIST'S WIFE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |