Amy Lowell
Boston, Massachusetts
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Music

Rating: 2.9
The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute.
From my bed I can hear him,
And the round notes flutter and tap about the room,
And hit against each other,
Blurring to unexpected chords.
It is very beautiful,
With the little flute-notes all about me,
In the darkness.

In the daytime,
The neighbour eats bread and onions with one hand
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COMMENTS
Anand Kumar 28 March 2016
What is the meaning here according to the poem of "There is always the sky to look at, Or the water in the well! " and "And I go to sleep dreaming"
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Alisha Castle 07 January 2016
Nice poetry on music
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