TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // A Minor Poet by Stephen Vincent Benet

I am a shell. From me you shall not hear
The splendid tramplings of insistent drums,
The orbed gold of the viol’s voice that comes,
Heavy with radiance, languorous and clear.
Yet, if you hold me close against the ear,
A dim, far whisper rises clamorously,
The thunderous beat and passion of the sea,
The slow surge of the tides that drown the mere.

Others with subtle hands may pluck the strings,
Making even Love in music audible,
And earth one glory. I am but a shell
That moves, not of itself, and moving sings;
Leaving a fragrance, faint as wine new-shed,
A tremulous murmur from great days long dead.

by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET (1898-1943)
Public Domain Poetry

17 thoughts on “TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // A Minor Poet by Stephen Vincent Benet

  1. Love this, Tony. Thank you for sharing. Also, thank you so much for your kind support by liking my post. I’m a new blogger. Started just three days back. Followed you. If you want you can have a look at my other posts as well. Would love to stay connected. Cheers.😇🌻

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  2. “A tremulous murmur from great days long dead.” ❤️️ (Thank God for emojis. Remember when we had to come up with words to express our feelings? Thank God we’re done with that.)

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