Piano

 

Piano By D.H Lawrence Read By Tony Britton Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings. In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide. So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.        Rebecca Lin 2012 14 Autumn In USA

 

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回复 '随想集' 的评论 :

确实如此。

[随想集]

美好温馨的诗歌，换起好多回忆，谢谢！

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回复 'dongniya' 的评论 :

有钢琴陪伴你的岁月，也是一种乐趣。

[dongniya]

平时有闲时，常也会动动我那原本为儿子买的钢琴，如今她成了伴过渡过大郁闷必情的良友。

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回复 '南山松' 的评论 :

是的，诗人仿佛回到了童年。松松你也节日快乐。

[南山松]

触景生情,旧日的时光让人感动.
谢谢贝卡的精美分享, 节日快乐!