<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=573221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 1.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you have seen my music move the grass<br>where you have lain outside the willow’s shade<br>and heard the wind’s high-pitch descend to bass, <br>you stroll away into the dusk and fade. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You make me feel my music might contain, <br>a strophe or two of Dylan’s underground<br>that sheds no lasting light beyond a stain, <br>but rings a mellow bell of pleasing sound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My strings lay still in hours that you sleep, <br>I watch your posture change a dozen times, <br>each twist and turn, a lyric, then I creep<br>away and put to paper - conjured rhymes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some nights I dream my harp has lost its strings -<br>and you are dancing, showing off your wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Esmond+Jones">Esmond Jones</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=573221" data-title="Sonnet 1. de Esmond Jones" data-description="When you have seen my music move the grass where you have lain outside the willow’s shade and heard the wind’s high-pitch descend to bass, you stroll away into the dusk and fade. You make me feel my music might contain, a strophe or two of..."></div> </div> </div>

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