Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Daughter Child of the Muses

Held in the arms of spirit
Within the refuge of light
Daughter Child of the Muses
Your lyre sounds in delight
Strum the chords of the heavens
In this moment of thought
Feel the concordant harmonies
For nothing is, that is naught.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Parnassus or Apollo and the Muses (detail) by Simon Vouet French painter (b. 1590, Paris, d. 1649, Paris

1 comment:

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

Poetry is the pulse, the passion, the plea of spirit and sensibilities. It is the voice of soul, its lament, its aspiration, its joy. Art is the knowing silently spoken.