Old Boethius Poem by Robert Charles Howard
Old Boethius
Boethius wrote his tripartite definition of music in a prison cell awaiting execution.
Musica Instrumentalis.
Supple tunes with dulcet harmonies,
metaphors of time and space
soothe, enliven and assure us all
with nascent thoughts of unity.
From somewhere in its tonal weave
a soft voice whispers, “There is more.”
Music Humana
Bound within our pliant shells
with pumps and bones and sinews joined
chants an elemental litany, “You are one, ”
and from helices of DNA
our throats and tongues are set in motion
raising pleas to heaven, “Tell us more! ”
Musica Mundana
The skies are clear in interstellar space
with all in motion – all in place.
The celestial choirs with essence energy,
tuned and voiced to gravity's cosmic chords,
resound with anthems, ocean deep,
'We are music of the spheres from which all others spring.”
December, 2007
Extraordinary, Robert. The true artist is always in tune with the music of the spheres. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra
Robert, your musical history is shared here with clarity, reverence and graceful language. I must agree with Michael about stanza number two - but for me it's about dancing the music and losing myself in all that is and more. Good Old Boethius. Thanks for sharing him. love, Allie xxxx
I love this. The second stanza describes the indescribable feeling when singing... it reminds me incidentally of the dwarf Vamana in Hindu mythology, who when required, covered the universe in three strides...
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I would like to translate this poem
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Once again this poem has all of your fine poetic characteristics and sends one on a meditative journey. I like the refrain: “There is more.” “Tell us more.” I like the sound of “with pumps and bones and sinews joined”. Your message of oneness is clear. “Boethius... awaiting execution.” Your introduction of Boethius lets the question keep on ringing in our ears: “Why do we treat each other the way we do? Don’t we realize that what we do to one will affect all others? ”