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, belovèd,
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.
For it was in my heart 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.
This poem is beautiful. I've never read any of his poems before, but I will definitely have to read more.
THIS IS NOT A SONNET! ! ! ! This is not an English, Italian, NOR even a Curtal sonnet! ! !
Beautiful! And this is poetry consummate: For it was in my heart you moved among them, And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
This poem speaks to me and of how I felt and still feel about my life after my husband, my best friend, died. It helps to identify how empty you feel and yet how close the sensation of the others presence and how strong the memory of the presence is and that others recognize this emptiness as well.
TWO: beautiful memories of her, from that time, too sweet for this time. It must be said, the reader is drawn into it, that's one thing for sure 5 Stars TOP Score Enjoyed tremendously reading this so romantic poem
ONE: the poet here raves about memories of her, how beautiful she was and how she touched things and that it makes those things so special. It is certainly his beloved romantic poem,
A wonderful poem so beautifully expressed. Deeply touching and poignant.
This has always been one of my favorite poems.So touching..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful poignant poem, beauty and sadness locked within memory encased objects, the beloved gone yet remembered in love touched objects, once held in the hand of she who is loved beyond life, in precious memories bound in the twinkling music of her soul, the bread of her past broken life leaving her lover desolate dead, yet her fingers once touched a glass still holds his heart, he was daily blessed by her hands and eyes and his heart is entombed in her, still captivating beautiful and wise in the blessing of two delicately interwoven lives