Music is first in the mind, before it becomes dots on the page. Milton compiled poetry whilst blind. Emotion creates the pattern, it then emerges as reality, which we then interpret and appreciate in our own way. Your poem highlights the frustrations of reaching and achieving those goals.
N.
So ironic..deaf genius composing immortal sounds ..writing for the populace, yearning for release...frustration, depression- you paint this so well in dark, haunting, muted images. "His life conceives a stillborn interval"...Breathtaking.
This reminded me of Van Gogh's troubled life too so did ludwig play for the masses on what they liked to hear or did he play for himself? Somewhat sad overtones jacob.
'..depressions in the soft earth ~ and behind his ear ~ resounding percussion ~ then .. .. '
Those are more than empathic words. PLUS, those three final phrases are superb, absolutely superb.
That great man would bathe in your poem, probably set it to music, he'd look into your face, then, find a way. Your depth of sensitivity is extraordinary. This poem touches my heart.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
thank you for your kind review, em.
j.
7 Years Ago
you're welcome.. will read again when more fully awake.. slept earlier, felt ready to party. wrong i.. read moreyou're welcome.. will read again when more fully awake.. slept earlier, felt ready to party. wrong idea.. will return
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..