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More musical sound, please…Music is not music without sound.The swelling of the ground in springResounds between those earthen moundsThat echo beats from threadbare wings.Mahler stood in his retreat, deepIn the Alps, brooding over notesHe heard all nature sing to sleepHis dying children, burned to motes.When beauty is too cruel, the blindAre seared by savage light, And in hysteria unwindThe rapture of the night.[Disposable Poem October 1, 2013] Dr. Mike
ReplyDeleteMore musical sound, please…
Music is not music without sound.
The swelling of the ground in spring
Resounds between those earthen mounds
That echo beats from threadbare wings.
Mahler stood in his retreat, deep
In the Alps, brooding over notes
He heard all nature sing to sleep
His dying children, burned to motes.
When beauty is too cruel, the blind
Are seared by savage light,
And in hysteria unwind
The rapture of the night.
[Disposable Poem October 1, 2013]
Dr. Mike