William Messent


Listening To Bach - Poem by William Messent

I crave the timeless peace and joy
This music often brings
To souls with whom the world would toy
And run around in rings.

Careless of mood, the master speaks
With string and pipe and voice;
No other strain my spirit seeks,
My Desert Island choice.

His counterpoint and melody
Shine through when days are dark;
None brings such solace yet, but he:
Johann Sebastian Bach.


Comments about Listening To Bach by William Messent

  • Rookie - 36 Points Sandy Player (3/5/2013 3:26:00 PM)

    The french modernists liked him too didnt they? And theres this avant garde jazz pianist that says his biggest infuence is JS Bach. He truely was great and very ahead of his time. For anyone who visits this poem and does not already know, it is most likely that ol' Mr. Bach improvised all of his tunes and wrote them down after... Wow! ! ! ! ! But he had too many children though and it's baffled generations since. All those Bachs... (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,010 Points Valerie Dohren (3/5/2013 3:21:00 PM)

    Enjoy a bit df Bach myself, good one William. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 5, 2013



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