The Hoofs of Pegasus

Chapter 17: AT THE SYMPHONY

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About This Book

A collection of short lyrical poems that weave mythic and religious imagery with intimate observations of nature and interior feeling. Many pieces draw on classical figures and Renaissance art, while others reflect domestic scenes, sleep, music, and sacrament; recurrent motifs include night and light, birds, water, and ritual. Voice shifts between contemplative reverie and pastoral detail, exploring longing, faith, and creative impulse. The sequence moves through imagistic vignettes—moonlit meadows, bathing maidens, sacramental harvests, and dreams—linking private emotion to larger spiritual and mythical resonances.

AT THE SYMPHONY

THE lights grow dim. There comes a hush. Then swiftly in a mighty rush As of great waters, over me Break the slow surges of the symphony.

With a vast sweep majestical Like emerald waves that topling fall In foam, far off and faint begins The swelling beauty of the violins.

Silence. On some far beach I’ve heard The high sweet keening of a bird. Now all the instruments are mute But the rich music of a lonely flute.

Once more the wave is poised to break, Once more the wind-swept water shake My soul; and in this harmony I know the splendour of the trampling sea.