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Poem by Amy Lowell


Music


The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute.
From my bed I can hear him,
And the round notes flutter and tap about the room,
And hit against each other,
Blurring to unexpected chords.
It is very beautiful,
With the little flute-notes all about me,
In the darkness.
In the daytime,
The neighbour eats bread and onions with one hand
And copies music with the other.
He is fat and has a bald head,
So I do not look at him,
But run quickly past his window.
There is always the sky to look at,
Or the water in the well!
But when night comes and he plays his flute,
I think of him as a young man,
With gold seals hanging from his watch,
And a blue coat with silver buttons.
As I lie in my bed
The flute-notes push against my ears and lips,
And I go to sleep, dreaming.



Amy Lowell


Amy Lowell's other poems:
  1. On Carpaccios Picture: The Dream of St. Ursula
  2. Epitaph in a Church-Yard in Charleston, South Carolina
  3. Red Slippers
  4. The Bombardment
  5. Off the Turnpike


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Percy Shelley Music ("I pant for the music which is divine")
  • Wilfred Owen Music ("I have been urged by earnest violins")
  • William Bowles Music ("O harmony! thou tenderest nurse of pain")
  • Henry White Music ("Music, all powerful o'er the human mind")
  • John Cheney Music ("Take of the maiden's and the mother's sigh")
  • James Lowell Music ("I seem to lie with drooping eyes")
  • Henry Van Dyke Music ("Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night")
  • Stephen Benet Music ("My friend went to the piano; spun the stool")

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