I recently discovered a book of poetry by James Joyce, and I'm obsessed! Chamber Music is a collection of love poems. The origin of the title is not so romantic, but I like to think of it in the musical sense, rather than the intended urinary pun. For poetry is so inherently musical, after all. In fact, many of the poems have been set to song, as was Joyce's intent.
My favorite poem from the collection is the first one listed.
Strings in the earth and air
make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.
There's music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.
All softly playing,
With head to the music bent,
And fingers straying
Upon an instrument.
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