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I Am In Need Of Music - Poem by Elizabeth Bishop

I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

Comments about I Am In Need Of Music by Elizabeth Bishop

  • Dr Tony Brahmin 11/29/2020 11:46:00 AM

    I am in need of music that would flow
    Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
    Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
    With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
    very fine poem. tony
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  • Dr Tony Brahmin 11/29/2020 3:41:00 AM

    I am in need of music that would flow
    Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
    Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
    With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
    thank you for this poem. to ny
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    I am in need of music too... especially during these hard and dark days of COVID-19; nice poem Reply

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    This poem did not help me.. As a friend i would just say to add more expression and something much useful Reply

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  • Dr Tony Brahmin 9/21/2019 4:22:00 AM

    There is a magic made by melody:
    A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
    Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
    To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
    And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
    Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep. beautiful experiences, very poetic expressions. tony
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  • ROnAldMcDonAlD 5/14/2019 11:29:00 AM

    ba da ba ba ba i'm lovin' it Reply

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  • Castellenas John 4/16/2019 7:43:00 AM

    A wonderful poem for music. Music is a good part of our life. I need music too. Reply

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  • @hellogorgeous 4/10/2019 2:40:00 PM

    This is a great piece and I think it captures what music really is. I < 3 MUSIC. Reply to me, what is your favorite song? Reply

    sweet songs only luv (5/29/2019 6:14:00 PM)

    my fav song is bohemian rhapsody by QUEEN

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Music Poems
  1. 1. I Am In Need Of Music
    Elizabeth Bishop
  2. 2. Celestial Music
    Louise Gluck
  3. 3. Dirge Without Music
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  4. 4. Music
    Walter de la Mare
  5. 5. Ancient Music
    Ezra Pound
  6. 6. Music, When Soft Voices Die
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  7. 7. Broken Music
    Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  8. 8. I Know The Music
    Wilfred Owen
  9. 9. Music Swims Back To Me
    Anne Sexton
  10. 10. We Are The Music-Makers
    Arthur William Edgar O'Shaug ..
  11. 11. Sonnet 128: How Oft, When Thou, My Music..
    William Shakespeare
  12. 12. Music
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  13. 13. At A Solemn Music
    John Milton
  14. 14. Music
    Frank O'Hara
  15. 15. What Is Music To You?
    Lovina Sylvia Chidi
  16. 16. (1) Before The Music Ends
    Sandra Fowler
  17. 17. Call It Music
    Philip Levine
  18. 18. Bagpipe Music
    Louis Macneice
  19. 19. To Music
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  20. 20. Five For Country Music
    Lisel Mueller
  21. 21. Sonnet 8: Music To Hear, Why Hear'st Tho..
    William Shakespeare
  22. 22. Music
    Wilfred Owen
  23. 23. That Music Always Round Me
    Walt Whitman
  24. 24. The Music
    Kathryn Thompson
  25. 25. Words For Music Perhaps
    William Butler Yeats
  26. 26. Music On Christmas Morning
    Anne Brontë
  27. 27. Away With Funeral Music
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  28. 28. April Music
    s./j. goldner
  29. 29. On Music
    Thomas Moore
  30. 30. Better—than Music! For I—who Heard It
    Emily Dickinson
  31. 31. From Spring Days To Winter (For Music)
    Oscar Wilde
  32. 32. Church Music
    George Herbert
  33. 33. Alexander's Feast; Or, The Power Of Music
    John Dryden
  34. 34. Music I Heard
    Conrad Potter Aiken
  35. 35. There Is A Lady Sweet And Kind, Thomas F..
    Anonymous
  36. 36. The Choir And Music Of Solitude And Sile..
    Delmore Schwartz
  37. 37. Secret Music
    Siegfried Sassoon
  38. 38. Transcription Of Organ Music
    Allen Ginsberg
  39. 39. Master Of Music
    Henry Van Dyke
  40. 40. Music
    .Pd. is here
  41. 41. Ode To Music
    Joseph Warton
  42. 42. Proud Music Of The Storm
    Walt Whitman
  43. 43. Italian Music In Dakota
    Walt Whitman
  44. 44. Sing -- Sing -- Music Was Given
    Thomas Moore
  45. 45. Song And Music
    Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  46. 46. Perplexed Music
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  47. 47. ! ! Impressionism In Paint, In Music, In..
    Michael Shepherd
  48. 48. Music: An Ode
    Algernon Charles Swinburne
  49. 49. Music
    Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
  50. 50. Music To Me Is Like Days
    Les Murray

New Music Poems

  1. Music, Phillip Nine Mafunga
  2. Wordless Speach, Mohammad Younus Koul
  3. Music Of A Generation, Jim Yerman
  4. Is Bob Dylan A Poet?, Bijay Kant Dubey
  5. Music Paints The World, Emily Krauss
  6. Music Everywhere, Kaki Venugopala Rao
  7. Autograph Muse Acrostic Name Fleetwoods, Clinton Siegle
  8. RONDEL, León de Greiff
  9. Music, Martha Lavinia Hoffman
  10. Music Maketh Me, Gurleen kaur Narang

Music Poems

  1. Music

    When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovely things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies. When music sounds, out of the water rise Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes, Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face, With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place. When music sounds, all that I was I am Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came; And from Time's woods break into distant song The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.

  2. Ancient Music

    Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm. Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham. Freezeth river, turneth liver, Damn you, sing: Goddamm. Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm, So 'gainst the winter's balm. Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm. Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.

  3. Dirge Without Music

    I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost. The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,— They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world. Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

  4. Celestial Music

    I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally talks to God. She thinks someone listens in heaven. On earth she's unusually competent. Brave too, able to face unpleasantness. We found a caterpillar dying in the dirt, greedy ants crawling over it. I'm always moved by disaster, always eager to oppose vitality But timid also, quick to shut my eyes. Whereas my friend was able to watch, to let events play out According to nature. For my sake she intervened Brushing a few ants off the torn thing, and set it down Across the road. My friend says I shut my eyes to God, that nothing else explains My aversion to reality. She says I'm like the child who Buries her head in the pillow So as not to see, the child who tells herself That light causes sadness- My friend is like the mother. Patient, urging me To wake up an adult like herself, a courageous person- In my dreams, my friend reproaches me. We're walking On the same road, except it's winter now; She's telling me that when you love the world you hear celestial music: Look up, she says. When I look up, nothing. Only clouds, snow, a white business in the trees Like brides leaping to a great height- Then I'm afraid for her; I see her Caught in a net deliberately cast over the earth- In reality, we sit by the side of the road, watching the sun set; From time to time, the silence pierced by a birdcall. It's this moment we're trying to explain, the fact That we're at ease with death, with solitude. My friend draws a circle in the dirt; inside, the caterpillar doesn't move. She's always trying to make something whole, something beautiful, an image Capable of life apart from her. We're very quiet. It's peaceful sitting here, not speaking, The composition Fixed, the road turning suddenly dark, the air Going cool, here and there the rocks shining and glittering- It's this stillness we both love. The love of form is a love of endings.