Johannes Poems - Poems about Johannes

a look of love- into eternity's mirror...

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Johannes was a gentleman; she had heard this. Greta knew him not, but when he entered the room she sensed it was the lord of the manor. He was casual; spoke in a low voice. Seemed to sense that a regular voice might frighten her. She had never been this close to aristocracy. Her father had warned her to stay away...

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VIRGINAL GIRL begin the beguine.. Make your music mine LAUGHING GIRL joy's outflow-from eyes aglow GIRL WITH EARRING a look of love- into eternity's mirror LACEMAKING GIRL intricate detail patient design- portrait of time...

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MUSIC GIRL when the music ends- we no longer can pretend LETTER GIRL a few words can make us ill- or better WINEGLASS GIRL a girl with a glass chateau red- a touch of class NECKLACE GIRL mirror to face with a necklace- memory without a trace PENSIVE LADY lost in thought, she sighs...caught by vermeers eyes PIANO GIRL sing and play concert,piano forte- art,forgotten today...

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GUITAR GIRL the music of the dance, love in her glance- to her true love,perchance? JUG GIRL a maid,unafraid innocence.. displayed LUTE GIRL her tune,picked by ear brings forth a tear- yet draws us near BALANCE GIRL a delicate touch frozen in time- a story in mime SINGING GIRL the singers or her song forever to us belong- picture music vivant THINKING GIRL think on,think long thought,her everyday song...

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JOHANNES BRAHMS. Soulful tumulted movements grounded in stoically melodic Vast pools of sounds gliding in dire drumbeats of the heroic A gift for the bleakness of being sealed in alchemical cistern Heart stringed intense expressions within a dedicated discipline. A chromatic boldness in harmony of some faltered age Into the...

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I am a suitor sneaking upon her or perhaps a light breeze upon her shoulder exasperation or is it disappointment parts her lips, simple indifference, unfulfilled hope? turban undisturbed, in careful turn from light would be I the target of her stare, the reason for embalmment leap to me, to sit on this Mauritshus bench. ©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins...

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