Conrad Potter Aiken

(5 August 1889 – 17 August 1973 / Savannah, Georgia)

Music I Heard - Poem by Conrad Potter Aiken

Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved,
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart that you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,
—They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.


Comments about Music I Heard by Conrad Potter Aiken

  • Rookie - 178 Points Brian Jani (6/19/2014 5:46:00 AM)

    I like this poem keep it up Mr Aiken (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie David Evans (5/30/2009 6:37:00 PM)

    A slight correction should be made to the text of this lovely poem: The first line of the third stanza never included the word 'that.' The poem reads much more fluently without it, and Aiken was nothing if not 'fluid' in his stories and poems. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,701 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (5/18/2009 12:52:00 PM)

    Next to the ROAD NOT TAKEN by Robert Frost this is my second favorite poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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