Hilltop: A Literary Paper. Volume 1 Number 1
A Second Tableau
A Second Tableau
Still I see him, the attentive, the calm
Impassioned listener, feeling the hidden
Scarcely-perceptible, world-enveining pulse
Of the world's myriad, plural, melody.
And I see him, so marvelously attentive, that
That melody becomes its own audience, he
The empowered vehicle of its enchantment,
No, not I, but some immortal being;
Not any mortal, but some half-god
Whose whole being is recurrently contained
In the sight I have of him, who listens
To mild rhythm, the travelling harmony,
Him that I see still, the attentive, the calm-impassioned.