Music I heard
1889-1973
Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.
Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved, --
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.
For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always, --
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.
DayPoems Poem No. 1355
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1355.html">Music I heard by Conrad Aiken</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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