Friday, September 06, 2013

Poetry Friday: Anne Porter


I don't think I've posted this one by Anne Porter since 2009, when Atticus discovered her. Far past time to revisit it. Sublime. 


Music
by Anne Porter

When I was a child
I once sat sobbing on the floor
Beside my mother's piano
As she played and sang
For there was in her singing
A shy yet solemn glory
My smallness could not hold

And when I was asked
Why I was crying
I had no words for it
...

(Read the whole poem here, at The Writer's Almanac.)

The round up today is at Author Amok.

1 comment:

  1. "A shy yet solemn glory
    My smallness could not hold"

    Just gorgeous.

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