John Heaton (jheaton) wrote,
John Heaton

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Poet's Corner: The French Horn

The French Horn

Cello or violin —
The lament of singing wood —
This I know, for this
I have heard and understood.

And flute-song, poignant, pure,
Whose twilight grieving is
Not sorrow, but sorrow’s perfect

Lute too, and lyre, and harp
Speak, and the ear, the air
Ache with old wounds — yet these
Spirit and flesh can bear.

But this note, passionless, sad,
Like the voice of one betrayed
Haunts the heart; grief’s ghost
That will not be laid.

Ruth Gilbert (born 1917)

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