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Amy Lowell - Music

The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute.
From my bed I can hear him,
And the round notes flutter and tap about the room,
And hit against each other,
Blurring to unexpected chords.
It is very beautiful,
With the little flute-notes all about me,
In the darkness.
In the daytime,
The neighbour eats bread and onions with one hand
And copies music with the other.
He is fat and has a bald head,
So I do not look at him,
But run quickly past his window.
There is always the sky to look at,
Or the water in the well!
But when night comes and he plays his flute,
I think of him as a young man,
With gold seals hanging from his watch,
And a blue coat with silver buttons.
As I lie in my bed
The flute-notes push against my ears and lips,
And I go to sleep, dreaming.

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Poet: Amy Lowell
Poem: 16. Music
Volume: Sword Blades & Poppy Seed
- Poppy Seed
Poem of the Day: Jun 23 2004

Comment 2 of 2, added on April 9th, 2007 at 1:06 PM.

I like this poem i think that it says alot about music and what it really can mean to people. it's a very touching poem to the ones who seem to care about this kind of things.


Brandy from United States
Comment 1 of 2, added on December 15th, 2005 at 9:21 AM.

Lovely and touching poem filled with lyrical flow, beat, and music

Jakima Davis from United States

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