Friday, October 30, 2020

They huddled here in harmony

 




Here's another seasonal poem by Robert Graves:


Ghost Music

Robert Graves - 1895-1985

 

Gloomy and bare the organ-loft,

Bent-backed and blind the organist.

From rafters looming shadowy,

From the pipes’ tuneful company,

Drifted together drowsily,

Innumerable, formless, dim,

The ghosts of long-dead melodies,

Of anthems, stately, thunderous,

Of Kyries shrill and tremulous:

In melancholy drowsy-sweet

They huddled there in harmony.

Like bats at noontide rafter-hung.



Halloween 1911    by Stewart MacGeorge



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