monoceros blogsI save as many poems from The Writer's Almanac as I do postcards from Postsecret. No, the poems actually outnumber the postcards - I've been collecting them all my life. From the rhymes and songs my mother taught me to the metaphysical poems I read at junior college to the anthologies my father gave me. And even the bad ones I confess to writing.
This one is about music.
"Sonnet" by Elizabeth Bishop (Today's featured poem from The Writer's Almanac)
I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
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.
it's a lovely choice today, isn't it? i heard it half awake... the voice of the man himself over the radio...
Posted by: tiggie at February 9, 2006 1:05 PMyou reminded me of how I miss hearing Mr. Keillor every morning! Nothing beats hearing him on the radio itself. Lucky you.
Posted by: monoceros at February 9, 2006 9:21 PM