Thru my Sydney Eye: Air on a solitary string

Friday, 17 April 2009

Air on a solitary string

Everyone's voice was suddenly lifted,
And beauty came like the setting sun.
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
drifted away ... O but every one
Was a bird; and the song
was wordless; the singing
will never be done.
Siegfried Sassoon

6 comments:

brattcat said...: Oh, Julie, these are wonderful. Any musician, particularly anyone who plays strings, would cherish owning this series.; April 17, 2009 9:34 am
cara said...: I agree. Just brilliant.; April 17, 2009 1:06 pm
That is the chicken said...: This is one of my all time favourite poems ever!; April 17, 2009 2:01 pm
Joan Elizabeth said...: Julie, I don't quite know what to say. A fabulous photo and poetry selection .... moving.; April 17, 2009 8:39 pm
Hilary said...: This photo says so much - and yet we only see the hand. Really beautiful Julie.; April 17, 2009 10:40 pm
Lowell said...: Wow! How much expression in this one photo...you did a superb job with these!

I like the poem, very much, too!; April 17, 2009 11:28 pm