Thou Art My Lute Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Thou Art My Lute
Thou art my lute, by thee I sing,--
My being is attuned to thee.
Thou settest all my words a-wing,
And meltest me to melody.
Thou art my life, by thee I live,
From thee proceed the joys I know;
Sweetheart, thy hand has power to give
The meed of love--the cup of woe.
Thou art my love, by thee I lead
My soul the paths of light along,
From vale to vale, from mead to mead,
And home it in the hills of song.
My song, my soul, my life, my all,
Why need I pray or make my plea,
Since my petition cannot fall;
For I 'm already one with thee!
A simple yet very profound love song. Thanks for sharing it here.
thy hand has power to give The meed of love- the cup of woe. The uncomplicated rhythm, nonostentatious vocabulary, and easy, almost natural rhyming belie the deeper beauty of this poem. The words do not get in the way of a sentiment expressed with natural power, like love itself.
Yes, the lute is a metaphor for his lover, who creates a melody by which his life responds in its own song. Quite a romantic metaphor, actually.
I love the poem and know that it's a love song, but I have one question. Is the lute being compared to his lover (metaphor) /serving as a substitution for his lover?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 7:44:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fantastic rhythm and flow... Wonderful, touching sentiment... How can you people rate this @ 5.5? Duhh!