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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOW LIKE A HARP, by MARGARETTE BALL DICKSON First Line: How like a harp with quivering silver strings Last Line: The distant music never sound again. Subject(s): Harps; Melodies; Music & Musicians; Musical Instruments; Lyres | |||
How like a harp with quivering silver strings My being at your soul-chord, thrills and sings; A touch can set a-tremor liquid notes As breezes bend a ripened field of oats; A crash can sweep the taut strings from their hold To leave them meaningless—and frayed—and old. Caressing fingers bring the overtones Transcending time and space of distant zones: Zones of enchantment such as come in dreams From white soul-spaces, all one's life, it seems. An ecstacy but dreamed of lilts and swings— How like a harp with quivering silver strings! Your soul-antennae sense the ether thrill Where other instruments are mute and still, And softer chords than other ears may know Come to your listening soul, and oh—and oh— The moment is its own reward, if then The distant music never sound again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GHOSTS LISTEN TO ORPHEUS SING by GREGORY ORR TO AN AEOLIAN HARP by SARA TEASDALE THE AEOLIAN HARP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE MASTER-PLAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HARP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE AEOLIAN HARP; AT THE SURF INN by HERMAN MELVILLE THAT HARP YOU PLAY SO WELL by MARIANNE MOORE RUMORS FROM AN AEOLIAN HARP by HENRY DAVID THOREAU AEOLIAN HARP (1) by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A NEW YEAR'S SYMPHONY by MARGARETTE BALL DICKSON APPLES OF GOLD IN A NETWORK OF SILVER (FOR A FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY) by MARGARETTE BALL DICKSON |
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