There is a moonlight note
In the Moonlight Sonata;
There is a thunder note
In an angry sky.
Sound unbound by nature
Becomes bounded by art.
There is no competition of sounds
Between a nightingale and a violin.
Nature rewards and punishes
By offering unpredictable ways;
Art is apotheosis;
Often, the complaint of beauty.
Nature is an outcry,
Unpolished truth;
The art—a euphemism—
Tamed wilderness.
‘ …Sound unbound by nature/Becomes bounded by art…’ Finest Truth but polished and pulsating! Thanks for a great poetry… Voted 10 [euphonically] Ms. Nivedita UK
Beautiful comparison drawn by words. Nice depth of depicting the mystery of art. Great artist simply can define such designation. Thank you the Poet.............................................................Pranab k c.................................10+++
Lovely poem with amazing play of words. Thank you so much for sharing.
Nicely done, and congratulations on having this poem selected poem of the day for three years in a row on December 22!
Congrats for being selected 'poem (and poet) of the day' once again. I like the poem. Feels like the nature has descended upon this beautiful poem. Thanks.
I like the flow of your poem very much. A poem not just of sound, but the loveliness of each note found in nature... Truly it can be a symphony of tamed wilderness.... Very nicely put.
Sound unbound by nature Becomes bounded by art........It's called wisdom. Universal truth for all age of beyond ages. Unique utterance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Art in general is apotheosis, elevated to a status of god and worshiped by many. Being an artist myself, i definitely thrive by the arts. And i also agree that art can be blunt and shocking but it's mostly enjoyable..........10