We passed him On a busy street today, A little, awkward man Whose round, tanned face Wore a familiar look. All through the afternoon I pondered when and where The little man With the great, wistful eyes Had crossed my path. Tonight, when the Conductor Lifted his baton And one note trembled On the expectant air—— Trembled and hung a moment Poised in space, Then faded into silvery nothingness—— I knew the little man Who passed me by. No longer shy, No longer hurrying past With awkward gait, No longer ill at ease. Standing serenely On the curving stage Oblivious of the people Or the place, His brown eyes Lighting up His eager face, He coaxed such music From his violin That silence, Like a mantle rich in weave, Hung over the great hall And shut us in! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SITTING by CECIL DAY LEWIS WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |