she plays that soft insisting reverie
and oh, i listen from my very core
beneath the skies that cry out as they pour
to breathe the beauty that calls out to me
with heart and soul for what my dreams may be
and as she read my heart before she blew
she felt the tip of her fingers imbue
to breathe the beauty that calls out to me
but when the flute is weary will she see
that i have always sensed a deeper bond
before the sweetest kiss to days beyond
to breathe the beauty that calls out to me?
she plays that soft insisting reverie
to breathe the beauty that calls out to me
Robert Anderson
Author notes:
Euterpe: Called the "Giver of delight", when later poets assigned roles to each of the Muses, she was the muse of music. In late Classical times she was named muse of lyric poetry and depicted holding a flute.
The "Echo Sonnet": http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/2009Challenge/form16.html
Daily Quote: We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails.
- Bertha Calloway (attributed)
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