Treasure Island

Sandra Feldman


Piano Concertos


This week,
My head is filled,
With Rachmaninoff,
I have his piano concertos,
Playing in my head,
They push me forward,
Help me get ahead,
Help me stay alive,
In an ugly world,
Of Love, deprived,

I go around humming,
The great melodies,
All those that are near,
Think I have lost my mind
And therefore they fear,
My 'contagious desease':
To Love Music, Art
And Live as I please.

Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Piano Concertos by Sandra Feldman )

Enter the verification code :

  • Khairul Ahsan (10/21/2013 9:52:00 AM)

    'And therefore they fear,
    My 'contagious desease':
    To Love Music, Art
    And Live as I please.'
    Good to have this kind of disease! :)
    When will be the concertos? (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

New Poems

  1. If I were me.. (Open IIT Creative Writing), Abhinit Chute (abz)
  2. the peace of a bee, Noah Body
  3. SILKEN GLOVES, Philo Yan
  4. A word in your ear, Ponniah Ganeshan
  5. Crematorium, umaprosad das
  6. Stupid Illusion, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  7. Por Ti Soñaré, Prophmatt . . .
  8. The color of love, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  9. Nightmare, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
  10. Love and Peace, Akhtar Jawad

Poem of the Day

poet George Gordon Byron

So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]