Lyre Poems - Poems about Lyre

Sappho Translations V by Michael R. Burch Sappho, fragment 23 translation by Michael R. Burch I long helplessly for love. Gazing into your eyes not even Hermione compares. Who is your equal? I compare you only to goldenhaired Helen among mortal women. Know your love would free me from every care, and keep me awake nightlong beside dewy deltas. Sappho, fragment 78 translation by...

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Making eternity out of a moment Escaping the pretense of time Beginnings and endings Falling away in one enduring rhyme Making eternity bend to my will An Angel comes to dance Wings on fire Horae's lyre The instant christened —another chance (The New Room: June, 2023)...

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GIRL PLAYING LYRE - by Tadeusz Styka I'm a sweet girl, Playing my lyre, Music does whirl, Quenching heart fire, Hair flying free, Eyes lost in dream, Lyre defines me, Sad strains soft scream, Song of the lyre Calls out to you, Hands do inspire Melody blue, I look for you, As hands thrum tune, And implore you,...

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Lyre that you strum Melody in hum A tale, myth or a thrum?...

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I say to You, “I will do whatever Thou hast me do.” You reply, “Daughter, love, I ask you die.” And when I beg the reason why My heart bleeding Lord, You cry, “Eternity is yours!” To my tired sigh. “Fine,” I swear. “Let them tear out my hair and throw stones. You and I know nothing breaks these old bones.” Ever since that day, The pact...

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Erato Each of the nine Muses Endeavor to inspire. Erato, lyre in hand, Engages with men's minds, Elegantly with words ... Each phoneme, each pattern Encourages lyrics....

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Sappho, fragment 118 loose translation by Michael R. Burch Sing, my sacred tortoiseshell lyre; come, let my words accompany your voice. "Quoted by Hermogenes and Eustathius. Sappho is apparently addressing her lyre. The legend is that Hermes made the first lyre." The following are Sappho's poems for Attis or Atthis... Sappho, fragment 49 (Lobel-Page 49 / Voigt 49) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R....

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Whisper you love me and I'll tell the whole world We can dance fantango The audience is the World So than it's time So than we do Shout it out You love me I'll send a shout out To you Say you'll marry me And wanna keep me Yours Cause there's a lot of Loving And places to explore So than we're lovers Let's find a place to Kiss When were old folks We can reminisce Talk about...

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Whisper you love me and I'll tell the whole world We can dance fantango The audience is the World So than it's time So than we do Shout it out You love me I'll send a shout out To you Say you'll marry me And wanna keep me Yours Cause there's a lot of Loving And places to explore So than we're lovers Let's find a place to Kiss When were old folks We can reminisce Talk about...

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If you say the music comes from the lyres, Why is there no music from the lyre in case? If you say the music is on the tips of fingers, Why can’t you enjoy music at your finger base? (Tran.)...

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The sunset whispers get together in the bowl The electricity hands them over the momentum The oranges in the soul a bit out of control The golden darkness stirs the dormant venom My horizons crumble in the pink petals As you let all the birds fly into ... My balance the toxic touch unsettles In the inflamed heart beat just me and...

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when a liar plays lyre the ignorant rash to dance madly the wise think fast, first...

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in meadows more verdant than evergreen there is but an Orphic lyre that tingles in dream’s delight, haunting, husking, heaving the songs my soul cannot reach except in interludes of moonlight’s chant, as the nearness of grasses twirl my hair dancing with inner wolves in velvet chorus...not of moaning trespasses but for now, if only for now, on the stage of star-glow blushing my face I am...

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L-yre of Jane is played A-t the floor near the villa's door; R-apture and given gaiety A-re added to the pleasure. J-ane's lyre is gladly played A-t the bench near the villa's movable piece; N-ice stuff of the harp class E-specially was used in ancient Greece. V-iolin, guitar, and other I-nstruments with strings L-et one hear the good sound L-eading him to thrilling things. A-s...

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This is my Homophone contest submission Ewe No A Lyre their once was a man with a bore who worked down at the local bizarre the bore eight corn colonels four lunch and blew genes whir awl the man war owe the bore eight serial two from a plait unlike me oar ewe we wood knead a...

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