[00:00.000]Sonnet (I Am in Need of Music) Poem by Elizabeth Bishop
[00:00.595]I am in need of music that would flow
[00:11.007]Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
[00:18.574]Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
[00:25.576]With Melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
[00:34.224]Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
[00:43.004]Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
[00:46.622]A song to fall like water on my head,
[00:53.934]And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
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[01:03.314]There is a magic made by melody:
[01:08.769]A spell of rest, and quiet breath and cool
[01:11.464]Heart, that sinks through (fading colors deep)
[01:16.035]To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
[01:21.243]And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
[01:27.224]Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.