下面列出了七首关于“音乐”的诗,均出自于名家,看看是否有合你意者.

1.That Music Always Round Me

by Walt Whitman

That music always round me,unceasing,unbeginning,yet long

untaught I did not hear,

But now the chorus I hear and am elated,

A tenor,strong,ascending with power and health,with glad notes of

daybreak I hear,

A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves,

A transparent base shuddering lusciously under and through the universe,

The triumphant tutti,the funeral wailings with sweet flutes and

violins,all these I fill myself with,

I hear not the volumes of sound merely,I am moved by the exquisite

meanings,

I listen to the different voices winding in and out,striving,

contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion;

I do not think the performers know themselves--but now I think

begin to know them.

2.Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music

by Emily Dickinson

Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music --

Bulb after Bulb,in Silver rolled --

Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning

Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.

Loose the Flood -- you shall find it patent --

Gush after Gush,reserved for you --

Scarlet Experiment!Sceptic Thomas!

Now,do you doubt that your Bird was true?

3.Perplexed Music

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Experience,like a pale musician,holds

A dulcimer of patience in his hand,

Whence harmonies,we cannot understand,

Of God; will in his worlds,the strain unfolds

In sad-perplexed minors:deathly colds

Fall on us while we hear,and countermand

Our sanguine heart back from the fancyland

With nightingales in visionary wolds.

We murmur 'Where is any certain tune

Or measured music in such notes as these

But angels,leaning from the golden seat,

Are not so minded their fine ear hath won

The issue of completed cadences,

And,smiling down the stars,they whisper -

Sweet.

4.MUSIC

by Charles Baudelaire

Music doth uplift me like a sea

Towards my planet pale,

Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity

I lift my wandering sail.

With breast advanced,drinking the winds that flee,

And through the cordage wail,

I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me

Beneath her sombre veil.

I feel the tremblings of all passions known

To ships before the breeze;

Cradled by gentle winds,or tempest-blown

I pass the abysmal seas

That are,when calm,the mirror level and fair

Of my despair!

5.To Music

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Music:breathing of statues.Perhaps:

silence of paintings.You language where all language

ends.You time

standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.

Feelings for whom?O you the transformation

of feelings into what?--:into audible landscape.

You stranger:music.You heart-space

grown out of us.The deepest space in us,

which,rising above us,forces its way out,--

holy departure:

when the innermost point in us stands

outside,as the most practiced distance,as the other

side of the air:

pure,

boundless,

no longer habitable.

6.Music

by Walter de la Mare

When music sounds,gone is the earth I know,

And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;

Her flowers in vision flame,her forest trees

Lift burdened branches,stilled with ecstasies.

When music sounds,out of the water rise

Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,

Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,

With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.

When music sounds,all that I was I am

Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;

And from Time's woods break into distant song

The swift-winged hours,as I hasten along.

7.Secret Music

by Siegfried Sassoon

I keep such music in my brain

No din this side of death can quell;

Glory exulting over pain,

And beauty,garlanded in hell.

My dreaming spirit will not heed

The roar of guns that would destroy

My life that on the gloom can read

Proud-surging melodies of joy.

To the world’s end I went,and found

Death in his carnival of glare;

But in my torment I was crowned,

And music dawned above despair.