Tuesday, September 1, 2009
It is not a word, by Sara Teasdale
George Enescu - Balada pentru vioara op. 4A
It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep.
from poemhunter.com
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4 comments:
so tender...this music.. poem... achingly so..
and thank you for the resonance
so so lovely, the first thing i read and listened to this morning (yes, i really listened :-)
now my day will have a fullness about it for which i have to thank you...
this is fabulous:
But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep
i am glad, roxana, that this post gave fullness to your day. and you really listened! :)
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