10 June 2007

Ode on Beethoven’s 9th Symphony

Blast the trumpet and all the horns,
Sing you strings, Bang you gongs,
Open the very door of sound itself.

Ring o neighbourhood, sound o world,
To the choir of ecstatic voice, and
Let me dance through every window.

Hear me now elastic: No reach
Is beyond me, nothing will finish me,
I have never been born.

Come, my brothers and sisters,
Let us sing the song of joy,
I will contain myself no more.

1 comment:

Tejvan Pettinger said...

I like it simple but effective.

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