Topic: Sound

The Spell

“Son joyeux, importun, d’un clavecin sonore.” —PÉTRUS BOREL The keyboard, over which two slim hands float, Shines vaguely in the twilight pink and gray, Whilst with a sound like wings, note after note Takes flight to form a pensive little lay That strays, discreet and charming, faint, remote, About the room...

By Paul Verlaine
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01 September

The Cello

When late I heard the trembling cello play, In every face I read sad memories That from dark, secret chambers where they lay Rose, and looked forth from melancholy eyes. So every mournful thought found there a tone To match despondence: sorrow knew its mate; Ill fortune sighed, and mute despair...

By Richard Watson Gilder
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28 August