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The Guitarist Tunes Up

With what attentive courtesy he bent
Over his instrument;
Not as a lordly conquerer who could
Command both wire and wood,
But as a man with a loved woman might,
Inquiring with delight
What slight essential things she had to say
Before they started, he and she, to play.

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  • March 28, 2007
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    From guest Eni Nata (contact)
    I like this poem. When I read it, It think that the man really like his guitar as his lover. It is nice

  • ButterflyPoet
    May 1, 2005
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    A beautiful poem. In the end, we're not sure which is the reality and which is the metaphor. Is it the man and his guitar that are united in love as one, or is it the man and woman? In either case, the poet assures us that the music will be exquisite. CAM

  • Ava Noire
    March 21, 2004
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    'with what,' I don't like the beginning but the rest is pretty good. The progression was good as well as the imagery. A song played with passion, beautifully said!