Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Bishop

I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
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’s a time when I step away from poetry b/c the world is so busy and then something brings me in, and it’s like being away from home for a very long time, then opening the door.

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