Wednesday, May 20, 2015



The Everyday Enchantment Of Music
Mark Strand


A rough sound was polished until it became
 a smoother sound, which was polished until
 it became music. 
Then the music was polished until
 it became the memory of a night in Venice 
when tears of the sea fell from the Bridge of Sighs,
 which in turn was polished until it ceased
 to be and in its place stood the empty home 
of a heart in trouble. 
Then suddenly there was sun and the music came back
 and traffic was moving and off in the distance, 
at the edge of the city, a long line of clouds appeared, 
and there was thunder, which, however menacing, 
would become music, and the memory of what happened after 
Venice would begin, and what happened 
after the home of the troubled heart broke in two would also begin. 


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