I hear the music in verse,
Like a Waltz, It twirls around our senses,
With its notes, the music of language,
Drills deep, knows no fences,
Senses, the lingering mystery,
Behind all creative lenses.
Oh Language, Oh Language,
Oh Poetry, Oh Music!
I never tire of your consequences,
Forever surprising and thrilling,
Our most sensitive nerve endings.
every time start listening to my nerve endings things get good and gooder and great not a bad thing while listening to Led Zeppelin and screaming beak-nik verse spontaneously every other Sunday very nice poem I like how it sweeps me away to never never land again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful phrase: the music of language!