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
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6 comments:

  1. brattcatApril 17, 2009 9:34 am

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

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  2. caraApril 17, 2009 1:06 pm

    I agree. Just brilliant.

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  3. That is the chickenApril 17, 2009 2:01 pm

    This is one of my all time favourite poems ever!

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  4. Joan ElizabethApril 17, 2009 8:39 pm

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

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  5. HilaryApril 17, 2009 10:40 pm

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

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  6. LowellApril 17, 2009 11:28 pm

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

    I like the poem, very much, too!

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