On Listening To Mozart's Clarinet Concerto Adagio Poem by Shalom Freedman

On Listening To Mozart's Clarinet Concerto Adagio



There is a subtle beauty
A delicate beauty
A beauty at the edge of one's being
One cannot fully understand
There is a kind of subtle great beauty
That enters one ‘s mind and soul hiddenly
And lifts one's spirit quietly
And gives one peace and happiness and love
Without our understanding how or why

Thursday, March 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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Shalom Freedman

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