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...such notes as warbl'd to the string, drew iron tears down Pluto's cheeks...
Though tuneless, stringless, it lies there in dust, Like some great thought on a forgotten page; The soul of music cannot fade or rust, - The voice within it stronger grows with age; Its strings and bow are only trifling things - A master-touch! - its sweet soul wakes and sings. - "The Old Violin" by Maurice Francis Egan
An old friend, my violin, Still lies within it's case, And at times I take it out To play and reminisce. The joy of life it brought to me As I picked up that precious bow, And o'er the strings did play the songs, That were the best to know. My problems seemed to dwindle, My thoughts went high above, When the music flowed so gently, In tender tonelike love. There's nothing else can take it's place, The music of this world, To bring that special joy of life, To unloose and to unfurl. - "Music" by Aileen Karg
Across the dimly lighted room The violin drew wefts of sound, Airily they wove and wound And glimmered gold against the gloom. I watched the music turn to light, But at the pausing of the bow, The web was broken and the glow Was drowned within the wave of night. - "A Minuet of Mozart's" by Sara Teasdale,
Sell me a violin, mister, of old mysterious wood. Sell me a fiddle that has kissed dark nights on the forehead where men kiss sisters they love. Sell me dried wood that has ached with passion clutching the knees and arms of a storm. Sell me horsehair and rosin that has sucked at the breasts of the morning sun for milk. Sell me something crushed in the heartsblood of pain readier than ever for one more song. - from "Cornhuskers" by Carl Sandburg
...I am training this wooden bird upon my arm to sing.
The Music in the Violin Does not emerge alone But Arm in Arm with Touch, yet Touch Alone - is not a Tune –
They hadn't been standin' a minute or two, When out of his knapsack a fiddle he drew; And the tune that he played made the valleys all ring, Made the waters go glidin', made the nightingale sing!
- John Milton
- from "The Nightingale" by Anonymous
- from "Taking Violin at School" by April Halprin Wayland
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- from "The Spirit lasts - but in what mode -" by Emily Dickinson
frostybunny added this comment 2011-06-17 20:33:07-05:00
thiz iz awesome
frostybunny added this comment 2011-06-17 20:33:07-05:00
thiz iz awesome