Sibelius Poems - Poems about Sibelius

...Behold the varied colours in the sky within the forms of clouds see golds and greys. Each day they change before the gazing eye; from dawn to dusk they constantly amaze. Evolving through the spa......

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...Every morning, I flee the toxic effervescence of cities, Where no one controls his thought, that of the birds Where people mate in the thousands, Without knowing what they will do, without love, ......

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...Finnish J J C Sibelius can alwas reate a hush lndced myth& he did wend sadly creativity id too early end......

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...Carrying a sleeping baby. Cleaning after a successful party. Camping beyond mountains more mountains. Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City. Eating although the food supply is deepl......

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...She is a child of twenty or so, a beautiful woman if I were young enough to call her that. The composer must have wrote this for a girl with arms as long as a Mediterranean sunset but then also......

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...do you hear the sound the voices? the music ripples through my being.. stimulates such joy and contentent I lift my h......

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...TANGLEWOOD AS THERAPY Tanglewood untangled me, took my breath away each moment of Sibelius, Mahler, Rachmaninoff sweet violins, trumpets, kettle drums, cellos, fire mixed with wind, echoing wi......

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...Show me a star, one bright, serene, and lofty, and let me dream of shining at its side. May that light shine forth, gleaming yet, so softly, and give light to, all who on earth abide Let its li......

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...My cat went a roaming to find a new home. Sing kitty,sing katty,sing Oh! This cat was so clever he had his own comb. Look up,now look down,stone the crows! He went into the neighbours' and drank all......

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...WALKING AT NIGHT Moon Black sky Dissonant On the cracked sidewalk Old neighborhood House tops Like pyramids and Trees meet above the street Car passing How the oily street shines Stre......

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...Tuesday Lobsang Rampa made tea so his Third Eye could open to see dreams fortifying in aspiring hearts as they reach for the next beat in their comings and goings Socrates played the lyre by b......

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