Here are seven poems about "music", all written by famous artists. See if there is anyone suitable for you.
1. That music always revolves around me.
Walt Whitman
That music is always around me, uninterrupted, without beginning or end, but long.
I can't hear the uneducated,
But now that I hear the chorus, I'm very happy.
A tenor, powerful, rising power and healthy, happy notes.
I heard the dawn,
A soprano is floating on the huge waves,
A transparent base quivers comfortably in the universe,
Victory Tutti, sweet flute and whine.
Violin, I'm full of all this,
I heard not only the volume of the sound, but also its delicacy.
Meaning,
I listened to different voices coming in and out, trying,
Intense competition and emotional transcendence;
I don't think performers know themselves-but now I think
Get to know them.
2. Split the lark-you will find music
Emily Dickinson
Separate larks-you'll find music-
One silver light bulb after another-
It rarely involves summer mornings.
Save it for your old age.
Release the flood-you'll find it obvious-
Keep talking for you-
Scarlet experiment! Thomas the Skeptic!
Now, do you doubt that your bird is real?
3. Confused music
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Experience is like a pale musician.
Holding a patient dulcimer in his hand,
We can't understand where harmony comes from.
God's; Will be in his world, the tension will unfold.
Sad and confused minors: death and cold
Fall on us, when we hear, cancel.
Our optimistic heart has returned from the fairy tale world.
Nightingale in fantasy world.
We muttered to ourselves, "Where are there any specific tunes?"
Or bar music in notes like this?
But the angels, leaning on the golden seats,
Don't mind if their good ears win.
The problem of complete rhythm,
Smiling at the stars, they whispered-
That's great.
4. Music
Author: charles baudelaire
Music lifts me like the sea.
Go to my planet Pale,
Then through the dark fog or the infinity of heaven
I raise the drifting sail.
On the chest, drink the wind and escape,
Through the rope wall,
I boarded the rough waves and the night avoided me.
Under her gloomy veil.
I feel the trembling of all known passions.
Ride the wind and waves to the ship;
The breeze caresses, or the wind rages.
I crossed the deep sea
That is, when calm, the mirror is horizontal and fair.
My despair!
5. to music
Author: rainer maria rilke
Music: the breath of the statue. Maybe:
The silence of painting. Your language is everywhere.
End. Your time
Standing on the movement of the mortal mind.
Feelings for who? It's time for you to change.
Turn feelings into what? -:Become an audible landscape.
You stranger: music. Your mind space
It grew from us. The deepest space in our hearts,
Rising above us, forcing it out,-
Divine departure:
When the deepest part of our hearts
Outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other.
Air side:
Pure,
Boundless,
No longer livable.
6. Music
Author: Walter de la Mare
When the music started, the earth I knew disappeared.
All her lovely things become more lovely;
Flowers in her fantasy, trees in her forest.
Lift the heavy branches and immerse yourself in joy.
When the music starts, it rises from the water.
Naias' beauty blurred my sober eyes,
Fascinated by strange dreams, burning every charming face,
The solemn echo stirred their residence.
When the music plays, I am who I am.
Before I came to this brooding dust;
A distant song came from the woods of time.
Time flies, and I rush forward.
7.secret music
Author: siegfried sassoon
I keep such music in my head.
The noise on this side of death cannot be calmed down;
Glory conquers pain,
And beautiful, garlanded in hell.
My dream won't care.
The roar of guns will destroy
My life can be read in the dark.
Proud and joyful melody.
I went to the end of the world and found
Death in his dazzling carnival;
But in my pain, I was crowned,
Music appeared in despair.
I hope I can help you! ^_^