Is that star dumb, or am I deaf? Hour after hour I listen here To catch the lovely music played By Venus down the evening air. Before the other stars come out, Before the Moon is in her place -- I sit and watch those fingers move, And mark the twitching of her face. Hour after hour I strain my ears For lovely notes that will not come: Is it my mortal flesh that's deaf, Or that long-fingered star that's dumb? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOE HILL LISTENS TO THE PRAYING by KENNETH PATCHEN THE POET AND HIS SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: ON A FAMILY PICTURE by THOMAS EDWARDS SONNET: 107 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A GLASS OF BEER by JAMES STEPHENS CORYDON - A PASTORAL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |