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.
Percy Bysshe Shelley is one of my favorites:
ReplyDeleteThe 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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ReplyDeleteJust beautiful, Kim! I also remember that July 14 post...one of the most beautiful things I have ever listened to.
ReplyDeleteSigh. No one beats Shelley for sheer romance. This is so lovely. Thanks for helping me remember it. I had forgotten:)
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed, we love our romance artists!
ReplyDeleteI love Shelley! Wonderful Kim, thank you for sharing :D
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