After Music (verse)
Frant-Walsh, Joseph
<iAfter Music Once in that interminable quest Of echo after last arpeggios, You put the harp's gold from your warming breast And showed how things have endings, and love goes. Fluxed in the...
...With harp put back, you wait when hope is dead, More still than lilies on quiet ground— Your hands unmoving, and with lowered head...
...But need you've shown with such finality How things are ended, and thus ended, go...
...how much Is done when fingers quit the taughtened strings Of life, perhaps, nor ever move to touch Their eagerness again...
...the end of things— This ambered stillness after amber sound...
...Fluxed in the amber quiet of the place, You sat with upturned hands, and very still...
...Was it less than enough that poignantly, There in the expunging dusk, you made one know How amber-still is quietness...
...Blind to the sunset on your wistful face And deaf to the last echo's amber thrill...
...Joseph Frant-Walsh...
Vol. 12 • May 1930 • No. 4
