It is fascinating to think about how these vibrating air waves can either set our teeth on edge or sooth the soul.
Perplexed Music
EXPERIENCE, like a pale musician, holds
A dulcimer of patience in his hand,
Whence harmonies, we cannot understand,
Of God; will in his worlds, the strain unfolds
In sad-perplexed minors: deathly colds
Fall on us while we hear, and countermand
Our sanguine heart back from the fancyland
With nightingales in visionary wolds.
We murmur ' Where is any certain tune
Or measured music in such notes as these ? '
But angels, leaning from the golden seat,
Are not so minded their fine ear hath won
The issue of completed cadences,
And, smiling down the stars, they whisper--
SWEET.
A dulcimer of patience in his hand,
Whence harmonies, we cannot understand,
Of God; will in his worlds, the strain unfolds
In sad-perplexed minors: deathly colds
Fall on us while we hear, and countermand
Our sanguine heart back from the fancyland
With nightingales in visionary wolds.
We murmur ' Where is any certain tune
Or measured music in such notes as these ? '
But angels, leaning from the golden seat,
Are not so minded their fine ear hath won
The issue of completed cadences,
And, smiling down the stars, they whisper--
SWEET.
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
When I work, I find myself listening to classical crossover, classical, and some movie soundtrack and other instrumental thrown in for good measure.
Of course, tatting also happens during audio books (LibriVox is great for those!), and bonnet drama movies.
What do you like to listen to?
(More pictures of tatting coming tomorrow, Lord willing!)
Blessings,
~Alana
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