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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.

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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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  • sweetbutapsycho 4/2/2019 3:38:00 PM

    like if you need this for a project too! Reply

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  • Frankie Cale 3/24/2019 6:26:00 PM

    So wonderful. I feel every line. Like a picture tells a 1000 words, a song tells a musician 5000. Reply

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  • Castellenas John 3/22/2019 7:42:00 AM

    A wonderful poem for song. I need the song too. Reply

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  • sweetbutapsycho 3/20/2019 3:28:00 PM

    this was pretty good. I need it for an assignment so I really have no choice haha Reply

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  • Nikhet Chowdhury 3/8/2019 1:26:00 PM

    I memorized this poem. Working on memorizing others. :) Reply

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

New Music Poems

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

Music Poems

  1. Broken Music

    The mother will not turn, who thinks she hears Her nursling's speech first grow articulate; But breathless with averted eyes elate She sits, with open lips and open ears, That it may call her twice. 'Mid doubts and fears Thus oft my soul has hearkened; till the song, A central moan for days, at length found tongue, And the sweet music welled and the sweet tears. But now, whatever while the soul is fain To list that wonted murmur, as it were The speech-bound sea-shell's low importunate strain, - No breath of song, thy voice alone is there, O bitterly beloved! and all her gain Is but the pang of unpermitted prayer.

  2. 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.

  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.