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    I Am In Need Of Music Poem by Elizabeth Bishop

    I am in need of music that would flow
    Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
    Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
    With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
    Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
    Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
    A song to fall like water on my head,
    And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

    There is a magic made by melody:
    A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
    Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
    To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
    And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
    Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

     

     

    The Arrow And The Song Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    I shot an arrow into the air,
    It fell to earth, I knew not where;
    For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
    Could not follow it in its flight.

    I breathed a song into the air,
    It fell to earth, I knew not where;
    For who has sight so keen and strong,
    That it can follow the flight of song?

    Long, long afterward, in an oak
    I found the arrow, still unbroke;
    And the song, from beginning to end,
    I found again in the heart of a friend.

     

     

    The Crazy Woman Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks

    I shall not sing a May song.
    A May song should be gay.
    I’ll wait until November
    And sing a song of gray.

    I’ll wait until November
    That is the time for me.
    I’ll go out in the frosty dark
    And sing most terribly.

    And all the little people
    Will stare at me and say,
    ‘That is the Crazy Woman
    Who would not sing in May.’

     

     

    Beauty Xxv Poem by Kahlil Gibran

    And a poet said, ‘Speak to us of Beauty.’

    Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?

    And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

    The aggrieved and the injured say, ‘Beauty is kind and gentle.

    Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us.’

    And the passionate say, ‘Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.

    Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us.’

    The tired and the weary say, ‘beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.

    Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow.’

    But the restless say, ‘We have heard her shouting among the mountains,

    And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions.’

    At night the watchmen of the city say, ‘Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.’

    And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, ‘we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset.’

    In winter say the snow-bound, ‘She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills.’

    And in the summer heat the reapers say, ‘We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.’

    All these things have you said of beauty.

    Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,

    And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

    It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,

    But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

    It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,

    But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

    It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,

    But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

    People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.

    But you are life and you are the veil.

    Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

    But you are eternity and you are the mirror.

     

     

    Palanquin Bearers Poem by Sarojini Naidu

    Lightly, O lightly we bear her along,
    She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;
    She skims like a bird on the foam of a stream,
    She floats like a laugh from the lips of a dream.
    Gaily, O gaily we glide and we sing,
    We bear her along like a pearl on a string.

    Softly, O softly we bear her along,
    She hangs like a star in the dew of our song;
    She springs like a beam on the brow of the tide,
    She falls like a tear from the eyes of a bride.
    Lightly, O lightly we glide and we sing,
    We bear her along like a pearl on a string.

     

     

    A Coat Poem by William Butler Yeats

    I MADE my song a coat
    Covered with embroideries
    Out of old mythologies
    From heel to throat;
    But the fools caught it,
    Wore it in the world’s eyes
    As though they’d wrought it.
    Song, let them take it,
    For there’s more enterprise
    In walking naked.

     

     

    I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    I heard the bells on Christmas day
    Their old familiar carols play,
    And wild and sweet the words repeat
    Of peace on earth, good will to men.

    I thought how, as the day had come,
    The belfries of all Christendom
    Had rolled along th’unbroken song
    Of peace on earth, good will to men.

    And in despair I bowed my head:
    ‘There is no peace on earth, ‘ I said
    ‘For hate is strong, and mocks the song
    Of peace on earth, good will to men.’

    Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
    ‘God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
    The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
    With peace on earth, good will to men.’

    Till, ringing, singing on its way,
    The world revolved from night to day
    A voice, a chime, a chant sublime,
    Of peace on earth, good will to men.

     

     

    You & I Poem by Fabrizio Frosini

    Making the best of what we had
    Was our first deal. Pity it was not
    Enough. Just a
    Pre-destined route.

    Our place is now deserted. Wretched
    Like an unfinished song. It’s the same
    For both of us.

    Whom do you belong to?
    And I? You and I were together
    At the beginning, when that
    Song began. Will we be
    Together at its end?

    If not, there will always be
    The memory;
    Inextinguishable maybe
    As long as we’re alive —You
    And/or I

    And nothing else.

     

     

    Birdsong Poem by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

    Birdsong brings relief
    to my longing
    I’m just as ecstatic as they are,
    but with nothing to say!
    Please universal soul, practice
    some song or something through me!

     

     

    An Hymn To The Morning Poem by Phillis Wheatley

    ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour’d nine,
    Assist my labours, and my strains refine;
    In smoothest numbers pour the notes along,
    For bright Aurora now demands my song.
    Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies,
    Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies:
    The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays,
    On ev’ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays;
    Harmonious lays the feather’d race resume,
    Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.
    Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display
    To shield your poet from the burning day:
    Calliope awake the sacred lyre,
    While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire:
    The bow’rs, the gales, the variegated skies
    In all their pleasures in my bosom rise.
    See in the east th’ illustrious king of day!
    His rising radiance drives the shades away–
    But Oh! I feel his fervid beams too strong,
    And scarce begun, concludes th’ abortive song.