Saturday, September 1, 2012

Classic Poetry - "Music" by Percy Bysshe Shelley


Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792-1822

Today I revisited the Classic Poetry post from July 14, listening to Natalie Merchant's evocative musical interpretations of poems past. Inspiring. Encouraging. So many things. I then recalled this Shelley poem and knew it had to be shared here, now.

Enjoy, fellow poets. Enjoy.


Music
 
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

   Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

6 comments:

  1. Percy Bysshe Shelley is one of my favorites:

    The fountains mingle with the rivers
    the rivers with the oceans
    the winds of heaven mix forever
    with a sweet emotion

    Nothing in this world is single
    all things by a law devine
    into one another's being mingle
    why not I with thine

    See the mountains kiss high heaven
    and the waves clasp one another
    no sister flower would be forgiven
    if it disdain it's brother

    And the sunlight grasps the earth
    and the moon beams kiss the sea
    what is all this kissing's worth
    if thou kiss not me

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  3. Just beautiful, Kim! I also remember that July 14 post...one of the most beautiful things I have ever listened to.

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  4. Sigh. No one beats Shelley for sheer romance. This is so lovely. Thanks for helping me remember it. I had forgotten:)

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  5. Yes, indeed, we love our romance artists!

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  6. I love Shelley! Wonderful Kim, thank you for sharing :D

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