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Symbolism as Xenon in the Troposphere

Symbolism as Xenon in the Troposphere Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Our symbols are far lighter than the air They live in just as hydrogen must float Above it when in bright balloons — and prayer Must...

Music in Unrequited Love

Music in Unrequited Love To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance. ~ Oscar Wilde The perfect love is not agape love. The perfect love is in the music sent Like sound waves to the person far above You who remains unkissed.  Withheld assent Perfects the...

Presiding Higher than Priesthood

Presiding Higher than Priesthood Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If you could be a purple pinion’s prayer, What words and incantations would you sing, What syllables would lift you into air Beyond — where...

Sunrise and Evenings Far

Sunrise and Evenings Far Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Büsser: Sleep of the infant Jesus – YouTube The sovereign we call music comes and goes, And hovers.  Transient each note and chord Floats...

The One Imperial Realm

The One Imperial Realm The realm of music is where emperor kings Can meet within a tent of cloth of gold And where one billion Stradivari strings The 5 Most Expensive Violins in the World of 2026 Would play if they were bought and then enrolled In heavens where...

Virginia Oldoini Rapallini, Countess of Castiglione

Virginia Oldoini Rapallini, Countess of Castiglione Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A room without a single mirror or Reflective surface held the countess firm Within her life but not forever, for...

Triumphant Trance Music

Triumphant Trance Music Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Batons of beauty and its undertow Bring up the signature of melodies And harmonies that fugal Bach would grow If he were not entombed and he could...

Isabella Stewart Gardner on her Knees

Isabella Stewart Gardner on her Knees Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We tire of life, its many tricky lures, And try to leave them for some howling hounds To follow.  Lures like these are not the cures...