oracne - Victoria Janssen (oracne) wrote,
oracne - Victoria Janssen
oracne

Sassoon, "Dead Musicians"

Dead Musicians

I

From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart,
The substance of my dreams took fire.
You built cathedrals in my heart,
And lit my pinnacled desire.
You were the ardour and the bright
Procession of my thoughts toward prayer.
You were the wrath of storm, the light
On distant citadels aflare.

II

Great names, I cannot find you now
In these loud years of youth that strives
Through doom toward peace: upon my brow
I wear a wreath of banished lives.
You have no part with lads who fought
And laughed and suffered at my side.
Your fugues and symphonies have brought
No memory of my friends who died.

III

For when my brain is on their track,
In slangy speech I call them back.
With fox-trot tunes their ghosts I charm.
'Another little drink won't do us any harm.'
I think of rag-time; a bit of rag-time;
And see their faces crowding round
To the sound of the syncopated beat.
They've got such jolly things to tell,
Home from hell with a Blighty wound so neat...


. . . .

And so the song breaks off; and I'm alone.
They're dead...For God's sake stop that gramophone.

--Siegfried Sassoon
Tags: poetry, sassoon, singing, wwi
Subscribe

  • No dentist for a while?

    I went to the dentist again yesterday, because the temporary crown on my molar had cracked for the third time. It's fixed for now! . There's very…

  • Sleep Sounds

    Do you have sound in your dreams? Mine are sometimes really noisy. I know this because if awakened unexpectedly from a dream, I'm startled by how…

  • Spring Things To Do

    I have many Things to Do, both at dayjob and at home. At least that will make the next couple of days move quickly! And then next week, I took…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 1 comment