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Sunday, December 06, 2009

Sonnet CCCXXXV

Though dead for centuries and centuries,
you never cease to fascinate and please.

Collective grievances and heartfelt joy
of choirs in their polyphonic play;
Cantatas, mystic in their piousness,
yet human in their rich emotiveness;
Concerti, full of outward brilliance,
and meditative pensiveness within;
The worldliest of dances, slow and fast,
hypnotic rhythms merged with style and class;
A contrapuntal grace and mastery
in heavenly and haunting fugal themes.

Why does your music captivate me so?
I love it all, the little that I know.

7 comments:

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

Thanks, Wordle!