At times such as these, music truly soothes some portion of the bêtes savauges, and if it can't put me to sleep, can at least help me to focus on what I need to do, and to relax. The rest and music in this poem spoke to me, and brought to mind slow swirling duets of wind instruments, cool screened porches, hammocks, soft summer evenings and floating in the liquid stream of guitar notes. Here's hoping you find your peaceful place -- and your favorite music -- this weekend.
I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.
"Sonnet" by Elizabeth Bishop. from The Complete Poems: 1937-1971. © Farrar, Straus & Giroux. More of Ms. Bishop's works can be found here. Poetry Friday comes out swinging this week (check out Guan Daosheng. That woman had chutzpah. And apparently a really nice collection of clay pottery) with Jennie @ Biblio File. Peace to you.