Spotlight Poetry – Music – A poem by Amy Lowell

© Rajesh babu Ponnayyan, Krishna, (Date Unstated)

Music by Amy Lowell

The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute.
From my bed I can hear him,

And the round notes flutter and tap about the room,
And hit against each other,
Blurring to unexpected chords.
It is very beautiful,

With the little flute-notes all about me,
In the darkness.
In the daytime,
The neighbour eats bread and onions with one hand

And copies music with the other.
He is fat and has a bald head,
So I do not look at him,
But run quickly past his window.

There is always the sky to look at,
Or the water in the well!
But when night comes and he plays his flute,
I think of him as a young man,

With gold seals hanging from his watch,
And a blue coat with silver buttons.
As I lie in my bed
The flute-notes push against my ears and lips,

And I go to sleep, dreaming.

Poem Attribution © Amy Lowell, Music

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Music Attribution © (Musician Unstated), Folk Dhun on Flute-Dhani raag based

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