A Minuet of Mozart’s by Sara Teasdale
Across the dimly lighted room
The violin drew wefts of sound,
Airily they wove and wound
And glimmered gold against the gloom.
I watched the music turn to light,
But at the pausing of the bow,
The web was broken and the glow
Was drowned within the wave of night.
A bit meta here: art about art. Read this one aloud and delight in it.
“Mommy, hear the rhythm? It’s like music! Oh–It’s like Mozart!”
Yes, yes it is.
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Love it! And I must say you have the prettiest hand writing!:)
I saw this this morning in my feedly and hoped you would link in. How cool!
Now you've gone and done it. I simply must go and buy a hardback book of Sara Teasdale's poetry! … 😀 Beautiful selection!
Thank you, Dawn!
Haha–sorry to be an enabler. 😉 Really, though, we have loved Teasdale's poetry all term. We're moving on to Term 3 now and I'm sad to see her go!
Thank you! 🙂
That is lovely, Celeste! Love the commonplace book too. You do have gorgeous handwriting 🙂
Oh, I like this! Thanks for sharing it!
Thanks, Ann-Marie. 🙂