Word-Crush Wednesday: Elizabeth Bishop

by nadine on February 24, 2010

piano woods Every time I read this, an emphatic whispered “yes” echoes in my head.

I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
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 is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

~Sonnet (1928), Elizabeth Bishop

image source: EmeliaJane’s etsy shop
poem source: mama:monk

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