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When my little girl plays Beethoven Sonatas,
The big, black Steinway flashes all its teeth at
her
In a broad, good-natured grin:
And suddenly
I hear a deep, rumbling, beautiful roar of laughter.
From A Canopic Jar (New York, E.P. Dutton & Company, 1921) by Leonora Speyer. Copyright © E.P. Dutton & Company. This poem is in the public domain.
It would be easy to forgive,
If I could but remember;
If I could hear, lost love of mine,
The music of your cruelties,
Shaking to sound the silent skies,
Could voice with them their song divine,
Red with pain’s leaping ember:
It would be easy to forgive,
Does the heart grieve on,
After its grief is gone
Like a slow ship moving
Across its own oblivion?
Its hot voice sizzles from some cool tree
Near-by:
It seems to burn its way through the air
Like a small, pointed flame of sound
Sharpened on the ecstatic edge of sunbeams.