Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE INDIAN BASKET WEAVER, by CAREY YATES BUSBY First Line: The voice of my singing is dumb Last Line: Do songs from my silent heart spring. Subject(s): Birds; Melodies; Singing & Singers; Songs | ||||||||
The voice of my singing is dumb. My passion for beauty is numb. Not solely by singing and rhyme Do rhythms of melody come. I weave all my songs in disguise, Of rivers and mountains and skies, Of deserts and valleys and hills Of all things wherein beauty lies; The graceful arcades of a shell, The plumage of birds in the dell, The crest of a bounding deer, The wild bee's honeyfilled cell. I see in the butterfly's wing A song for a singer to sing. In rhythms of symbol and color Do songs from my silent heart spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE APOLLO TRIO by CONRAD AIKEN BAD GIRL SINGING by MARK JARMAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 4 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 5 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE THE SONG OF THE NIGHTINGALE IS LIKE THE SCENT OF SYRINGA by MINA LOY SINGING HANDS by CAREY YATES BUSBY |
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