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The Violin

ripple effectripple effect Posts: 87
edited June 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The Violin


Sing for me My Violin
I master your emotions from within

Remembering songs from yesterday
Controlling strings that make you play

Receiving music I wish to hear
from every note you sing so clear

Instrument I understand
Controlling strings with upper hand

Sing for me My Violin
I master your emotions from within


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  • EvilToasterElfEvilToasterElf Posts: 1,119
    Nice little piece

    Definately has a Romantic feel to it

    Theres an instrument you can put in your window that the wind plays, a big boxy thing that the romantics used to write about all the time, Finsburry probably knows what it is

    That's the thought that came into my head anyway, thanks for sharing
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    and my guitar slowly seeps....bump.....this is good
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Originally posted by EvilToasterElf
    Nice little piece

    Definately has a Romantic feel to it

    Theres an instrument you can put in your window that the wind plays, a big boxy thing that the romantics used to write about all the time, Finsburry probably knows what it is

    That's the thought that came into my head anyway, thanks for sharing

    Off the top of my head, I'm thinking of the aeolian harp, but I'll go and research this to make sure.
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    Yes, it was the aeolian harp. I thought so.

    http://www.owenbarfield.com/Encyclopedia%20Barfieldiana/Lexicon/Aeolian%20Harp.html
  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    Yes, it was the aeolian harp. I thought so.

    http://www.owenbarfield.com/Encyclopedia%20Barfieldiana/Lexicon/Aeolian%20Harp.html

    an excerpt from PB Shelley.. one of my favorites.. :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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