Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

That Music Always Round Me



THAT music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning--yet long untaught
I did not hear;
But now the chorus I hear, and am elated;
A tenor, strong, ascending, with power and health, with glad notes of
day-break I hear,
A soprano, at intervals, sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense
waves,
A transparent bass, shuddering lusciously under and through the
universe,
The triumphant tutti--the funeral wailings, with sweet flutes and
violins--all these I fill myself with;
I hear not the volumes of sound merely--I am moved by the exquisite
meanings,
I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving,
contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion;
I do not think the performers know themselves--but now I think I
begin to know them.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Rookie - 58 Points Brian Jani (6/19/2014 5:51:00 AM)

    Wow, I've never come across a poem written in this style, this is definitely a unique style of writing and i enjoyed the read (Report) Reply

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