Monday, December 1, 2014

A Violin At Dusk Comments

Rating: 5.0

Stumble to silence, all you uneasy things,
That pack the day with bluster and with fret.
For here is music at each window set;
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Lizette Woodworth Reese
COMMENTS
paul amrod 28 May 2019

A highly contemplative and pensive piece filled with the beauty of a violin at dusk stirring up inner thoughts and imaginative images. Quite profound!

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Edward Kofi Louis 28 May 2019

Enough of light to make! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Julia Luber 28 May 2019

Spells out like a painting often works the mind.

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Mahtab Bangalee 28 May 2019

as if the rhythm touches every cell of heart lovingly

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Kumarmani Mahakul 28 May 2019

This is a beautiful poem on music having touching expression and nice collocation.

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Castellenas John 28 May 2019

Wonderful poetry. The perfect use of description allowed me to hear the music.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 28 May 2019

One of the best poems by Lizette Woodworth Reese.........

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