Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Bread And Music Comments

Rating: 4.8

Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.
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Conrad Potter Aiken
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Chinedu Dike 12 July 2022

A beautiful, romantic poem written from the heart

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Sylvia Frances Chan 12 July 2022

TWO: beautiful memories of her, from that time, too sweet for this time. It must be said, the reader is drawn into it, that's one thing for sure 5 Stars TOP Score Enjoyed tremendously reading this so romantic poem

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Sylvia Frances Chan 12 July 2022

ONE: the poet here raves about memories of her, how beautiful she was and how she touched things and that it makes those things so special. It is certainly his beloved romantic poem,

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 12 July 2022

A wonderful poem so beautifully expressed. Deeply touching and poignant.

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This has always been one of my favorite poems.So touching..

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Gene S 01 March 2018

As an actual poem it doesn't overly impress in my opinioni, but the sentiment is crushing

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Ehel B. Frey 27 December 2017

This poem speaks to me and of how I felt and still feel about my life after my husband, my best friend, died. It helps to identify how empty you feel and yet how close the sensation of the others presence and how strong the memory of the presence is and that others recognize this emptiness as well.

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Sasha Brun 12 September 2016

THIS IS NOT A SONNET! ! ! ! This is not an English, Italian, NOR even a Curtal sonnet! ! !

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Kim Barney 11 April 2015

This poem is beautiful. I've never read any of his poems before, but I will definitely have to read more.

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Madathil Rajendran Nair 11 April 2015

Beautiful! And this is poetry consummate: For it was in my heart you moved among them, And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;

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Terry Craddock 11 April 2015

a beautiful poignant poem, beauty and sadness locked within memory encased objects, the beloved gone yet remembered in love touched objects, once held in the hand of she who is loved beyond life, in precious memories bound in the twinkling music of her soul, the bread of her past broken life leaving her lover desolate dead, yet her fingers once touched a glass still holds his heart, he was daily blessed by her hands and eyes and his heart is entombed in her, still captivating beautiful and wise in the blessing of two delicately interwoven lives

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Conrad Potter Aiken

Conrad Potter Aiken

Savannah, Georgia
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