Stradivarius Our Language Above the Loch
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
Imagine creatures flying up above
Our loch, our loch that never did exist
Except in minds and hearts, except in love,
The love which men have heard in Chopin, Liszt
And Massenet, his “Meditation” played
On violins, “Adagio for Strings”
By Barber, love that hearts have always prayed
Since men have ever known high love with wings.
The loch is made of mist and singing dreams
