Evening of BellsA Poem by Samuel FerrisI wrote this after reading a poem by Oscar Wild. (sonnet on hearing the dies irae in the sistine chapel) I tend to hear and associate different colors and timbres with one another. In the poem Wild is reminded of beauty through nature rather than fear of
There is life in this room,
Heaped among the rows of efficient pui’s. Darting, in and out, vanishing In thin streams. Fragmented and colored, The stained glass archways loom, Their wine shadows flickering To the evening vespers. Distant bells float in among the voices and the sundered cool of evening air. Must this be where heaven is? © 2009 Samuel Ferris |
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Added on May 28, 2009Last Updated on May 28, 2009 AuthorSamuel FerrisRochester, NYAboutI enjoy reading and writing, playing guitar, piano, and composing music. I enjoy reading the poetry of Seamus Heaney, TS elliot, William Carlos Williams, EE Cummings, Lorca, pablo neruda, emily dicke.. more..Writing
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