The Music
It’s three-thirty in the morning and we’re far underground
It’s three-thirty in the morning and we’re far underground
Lyre of my Love! for many a lonely hour Thou hast breathed music o’er my sinking mind
Three months ago, the stream did flow, The lilies bloomed along the edge; And we were lingering to and fro,—
I will remember this day Just like almost any day That my tears fell like rain My heart was full of pain ...
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
Where she steps a whir, Like dust about her feet...
The little voices of the air Sound above all the sea and wind. The sea and wind do then obey And sighing, sighing double notes Of double basses, content to play
These are the voices of earth’s secret soul, Uttering the mystery from which she came. - Archibald Lampman
A selection of poems from Johnette Downing’s spring 2022 release Singing Waters, A Selection of Haiku, Senryu, and Haibun
Vladimir Sosyura's poem expresses Ukrainian’s love for their Motherland and helps others understand the “true Ukrainian soul.”
Taras Shevchenko's poem “Zapovit” is well known in Ukraine. And Jack Palance reads "I Care Not".
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