Thursday, July 19, 2007

Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the selfsame sounds
On my spirit make a music, too.

Music is feeling then, not sound;
And thus it is that what I feel,
Here in this room, desiring you,

Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk
Is Music.

From Part I of "Peter Quince at the Clavier" by Wallace Stevens

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