Bow And Strings Poem by Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky

Bow And Strings

Rating: 2.9






What heavy, dark delirium!
What dim and moonlit heights!
To touch the violin for years
And not to know the strings by light!

Who needs us now? And who lit up
Two hollow, melancholy faces...
And suddenly the bow felt
Someone take them up, unite them.

"How long it's been! Amidst this gloom
Just tell me this: are you still the same?"
The strings caressed the bow,
Rang out, caressed it slightly trembling.

"Is it not true, that we will never more
Be parted. It's enough..."
Yes, replied the violin,
But pain was throbbing in her heart.

The bow discerned it and grew mute,
The echo still continued in the violin...
What was a torture to them both
The people heard as music.

But the violinist didn't snuff
The candles out 'til dawn...The strings sang on...
The sun found them worn out
On the black velvet of their bed.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 24 November 2015

Is it not true, that we will never more Be parted. It's enough... Yes, replied the violin, But pain was throbbing in her heart.- - - The reason the violin exists is to utter those throbbing notes of sorrow and agony that no other instrument can express

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Fabrizio Frosini 09 November 2015

this poem has been posted twice... the other one with an added ''the'' to the title: ''THE Bow And Strings''

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