I taste a pasty never baked

August 5, 2011
I taste a pastry never baked—
From ovens made of gold—
Not all the kilns of Paris
Yeild such a taste Divine!

Epicurean of Symphonies — am I —
And Conosseiuer of crescendo —
Floating — through endless concert halls—
On arcs of reedy oboe —

When “Ushers” turn the final listener
Out of the woodframed door —
When pianists — renounce their keys —
I shall but taste the more!

Till Composers swing their well-worn Notes —
And Directors — to concerts hurry —
To see the little Baker
Tasting the first — Melody —





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sunny.all.day. said...
Sept. 8, 2011 at 3:21 pm
I love how it changes from a pastry to a melody, and it all relates! 
 
ArchimedesWhite said...
Sept. 2, 2011 at 6:57 am
It's very good, i would truly reccomend this to some of my friends to read... Bravo.
 
Love.Hate.Passion. said...
Sept. 1, 2011 at 6:42 pm

Ah-mazing!

Very nice imagery and awesome word use :)

 
itsbeautifulandsoareyou said...
Aug. 26, 2011 at 10:35 am
That was really cool. As a musician myself, as well as a lover of music, I can relate. it has great imagery, and leaves a lot to the reader's imagination, which i like. great job!
 
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