| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Intangible Symphony | | By Mark Turbyfill |
| | From “Voluntaries”
HOW shall I capture | |
| Sound and desire? | |
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| Let candor stir upon candor | |
| As sword upon sword, | |
| Tempering the tenor and the timbre | 5 |
| Of this sweet ecstasy. | |
| Grieved is my mind, | |
| Harassed by music | |
| Untouched of any sound. | |
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| Yet on trellis, on infinite arch, | 10 |
| On bridges of fretted iron— | |
| Frail to thought, acrid to sight, | |
| Thunderous with traffic of men— | |
| Red-budding, peach-petalled | |
| Beauty flames into view. | 15 |
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| But how shall I capture | |
| Sound and desire? | |
| How shall I hear | |
| The pointed vagaries, | |
| The evanescent harmonies, | 20 |
| That float unfingered | |
| Across the strings of the mind? | |
| How shall I hear, | |
| Plucked from the intangible mind-strings, | |
| The song desire sings, and sings? | 25 |
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| There is no create instrument. | | | | |
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