The Everyday Enchantment Of Music Poem by Mark Strand

The Everyday Enchantment Of Music

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A rough sound was polished until it became
a smoother sound, which was polished until
it became music.
Then the music was polished until
it became the memory of a night in Venice
when tears of the sea fell from the Bridge of Sighs,
which in turn was polished until it ceased
to be and in its place stood the empty home
of a heart in trouble.
Then suddenly there was sun and the music came back
and traffic was moving and off in the distance,
at the edge of the city, a long line of clouds appeared,
and there was thunder, which, however menacing,
would become music, and the memory of what happened after
Venice would begin, and what happened
after the home of the troubled heart broke in two would also begin.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 22 December 2016

Polished! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Tom Allport 22 December 2016

a poem about having patience and what it can lead us to.

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Anil Kumar Panda 22 December 2016

The music is always there in the air. Very nice. Thanks for sharing and congrats.

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Seamus O Brian 22 December 2016

Hauntingly beautiful. This is perfection in imagery, suspense, and contemplative progression. Life begins again, even after it seems it could no longer.

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Bharati Nayak 22 December 2016

A rough sound was polished until it became a smoother sound, which was polished until it became music. Then the music was polished until it became the memory of a night in Venice when tears of the sea fell from the Bridge of Sighs, which in turn was polished until it ceased to be and in its place stood the empty home of a heart in trouble. - - - - - - - - - - -Wow- - - Such a wonderful poem having the power to mend the troubling hearts and creating music from sighs ! ! ! ! Love this poem.

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Ernest Gilbert 08 January 2019

I just love this poem its rhythms remind me of the figure in my mind of music always swirling and constantly turning back onto and into itself, then out again, air and water, air and water: like Roethke's boy, maybe he'll come back as a dolphin or a lion.

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Prabir Gayen 20 December 2018

Very deep thoughtful poem.. Enjoyed it very much

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Faith 20 December 2018

I like you do you want to be my boyfriend?

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Anil Kumar Panda 20 December 2018

Very nice poem. Enjoyed thoroughly.Thanks for sharing.

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M Asim Nehal 20 December 2018

Inspiring poem, A fantastic write.10

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Mark Strand

Mark Strand

Prince Edward Island, Canada
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