下面列出了七首關(guān)于“音樂”的詩,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.