Best Debussy Poems

DEBUSSY – AFTERNOON OF A FAWN

On the summer meadow
A creature so beautiful
Blending with nature’s wild inconstancy

In the quiet he can sense a kind of distant...

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Oh I do so love Debussy

     And his mystical tides of the sea

     And I swoon with...

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Today, there are no busy little feet running through the house
    with high pitched voices that threaten to pierce my solitude.
 ...

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I would practice each day without satisfaction,
longing to capture the moon's oratory.
DeBussy, God, help me, I should say that I'm sorry!
Though my fingers were nimble,...

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My late father 
    played gorgeous music 
on his Steinway 
Debussy, Ravel, Beethoven 
    along with his own compositions
He...

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By duskfall, I cruise with the sky, 
throwing life’s pebbles unto ripples
of yearning… and she lifts her veil against
the moist air fondling the blue of...

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rain
    drops
       one
       by
      ...

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THE PITCH 2

words then silence
can alter one’s perception
like being in another world
“get lost” she says
see what i mean

the girl next door
plays the piano badly
oh she...

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Spring
by Charles d'Orleans (c.1394-1465)
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Young lovers,
greeting the spring
fling themselves downhill,
making cobblestones ring
with their wild leaps and arcs,
like ecstatic sparks
struck from coal.

What...

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Upon perception, a rolling wooden box 
                 with three...

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Charles d'Orleans: a Medieval Marvel


Spring
by Charles d’Orleans (c. 1394-1465)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Young lovers,
greeting the spring
fling themselves downhill,
making cobblestones ring
with their wild leaps and...

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feasting on high
     with four mahler horns quailing
            r. strauss...

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AFTERNOON ( two Cinquain)

Deep breath
Winter is done
Spring breath rustles the trees
And here I sit       all afternoon
Thinking   ...

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My father 
   died 4 years ago 
           He was a 
fine pianist
...

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THE SUNKEN CATHEDRAL – after Claude Debussy

A tomb
So chill, so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb

Diffus’d 
Her warted, weaving spire
In eerie midnight sun

A womb
Come, bubble,...

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