Elizabeth Bishop (8 February 1911 – 6 October 1979 / Worcester, Massachusetts)
Poems by Elizabeth Bishop : 20 / 69
I Am in Need of Music
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.
Elizabeth Bishop
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: magic, song, music, moon, green, water, dream, sleep, sea, heart
Poems by Elizabeth Bishop : 20 / 69
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can someone explain this poem to me! ! i dont get it that much and i have to know what it means!
Don't we all have that same need?
The definition could not be better.
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Delicious imagery (cinnamon or not) imbedded in a perfect Italian sonnet with effortless rhyme.
This reminds me of a perfect cinnamon-donut.