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Sonnet (I Am in Need of Music) Poem by Elizabeth Bishop |
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I am in need of music that would flow |
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Over my fretful, feeling fingertips, |
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Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, |
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With Melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. |
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Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, |
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Of some song sung to rest the tired dead, |
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A song to fall like water on my head, |
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And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow! |
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There is a magic made by melody: |
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A spell of rest, and quiet breath and cool |
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Heart, that sinks through (fading colors deep) |
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To the subaqueous stillness of the sea, |
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And floats forever in a moon-green pool, |
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Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep. |
