On Not Flying To Hawaii (Alison Luterman Poems)
I could be the waitressin the airport restaurantfull of tired cigarette smoke and unseeing tourists.I could turn into the never-noticed ...
Poems about composer (15 Poems)
L’Invention (Andre Marie de Chenier Poems)
O fils du Mincius, je te salue, ? toi Par qui le dieu des arts fut roi du peuple-roi! Et ...
Hermes (Andre Marie de Chenier Poems)
FRAGMENT I.--PROLOGUE. Dans nos vastes cit?s, par le sort partag?s, Sous deux injustes lois les hommes sont rang?s: Les uns, ...
Ars, Alma Mater (Ferdinando Fontana Poems)
(AD ALBERTO BARBAVARA)L'Arte morra'!... o La splendidaArte che amiamo, o Alberto,Morra', come ingannevoleMiraggio del deserto!...Oh! Tu non sai l'angosciaChe in ...
Better – than Music! For I – who heard it (Emily Dickinson Poems)
503Better - than Music! For I - who heard it -I was used - to the Birds - before -This ...
On A Friend’s Taking A Journey (Elizabeth Teft Poems)
Be all serene, thou dull inclement sky;Be hush, ye Winds; Avenues all, be dry.Nor you, ye Roads, your rugged Garments ...
The Kiss (Anne Sexton Poems)
My mouth blooms like a cut.I've been wronged all year, tediousnights, nothing but rough elbows in themand delicate boxes of ...
Daybreak In Alabama (Langston Hughes Poem)
When I get to be a composer I'm gonna write me some music about Daybreak in Alabama And I'm gonna ...
Vibrations in the music (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words, the rhythms the vibrations in the music shimmering in my soul words of the student power in these ...
Our Stone in the Road (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Cross, the Christ our stumbling block, our stone in the road challenging our love of self of the world, ...
Crying in my car (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words, the colors, the music cascading over me, a wonder of imagery the magic of radio notes drifting in ...
Better — than Music! For I — who heard it — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- I was used -- to the Birds -- before ...
The Last Unicorn (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The last unicorn was never free to chose another ending, the plaintive melody entrained with sweet orchestral strains describing it ...
Master Hugues Of Saxe-Gotha (Robert Browning Poem)
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
The Kiss (Anne Sexton Poems)
My mouth blooms like a cut. I've been wronged all year, tedious nights, nothing but rough elbows in them and ...