Alice Corbin Henderson (Элис Корбин Хендерсон)

Music

       The ancient songs
       Pass deathward mournfully.
                              R.A.

The old songs
Die.
Yes, the old songs die.
Cold lips that sang them,
Cold lips that sang them—
The old songs die,
And the lips that sang them
Are only a pinch of dust.

I saw in Pamplona
In a musty museum—
I saw in Pamplona
In a buff-colored museum—
I saw in Pamplona
59A memorial
Of the dead violinist;
I saw in Pamplona
A memorial
Of Pablo Sarasate.

Dust was inch-deep on the cases,
Dust on the stick-pins and satins,
Dust on the badges and orders,
On the wreath from the oak of Guernica!

The old songs
Die—
And the lips that sang them.
Wreaths, withered and dusty,
Cuff-buttons with royal insignia,
These, in a musty museum,
Are all that is left of Sarasate.

1. Two Voices
2. Fallen
3. One City Only
4. Love Me at Last
5. Muy Vieja Mexicana

Stephen Benet (Стивен Бене) Music ("My friend went to the piano; spun the stool")

Распечатать (Print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1305

Последние стихотворения

To English version