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

4 comments:

  1. vvSeptember 01, 2009

    so tender...this music.. poem... achingly so..

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  2. ManuelaSeptember 01, 2009

    and thank you for the resonance

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  3. RoxanaSeptember 02, 2009

    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

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  4. mSeptember 02, 2009

    i am glad, roxana, that this post gave fullness to your day. and you really listened! :)

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