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


brattcat said...

Oh, Julie, these are wonderful. Any musician, particularly anyone who plays strings, would cherish owning this series.

cara said...

I agree. Just brilliant.

That is the chicken said...

This is one of my all time favourite poems ever!

Joan Elizabeth said...

Julie, I don't quite know what to say. A fabulous photo and poetry selection .... moving.

Hilary said...

This photo says so much - and yet we only see the hand. Really beautiful Julie.

Jacob said...

Wow! How much expression in this one did a superb job with these!

I like the poem, very much, too!