Poetry Blog #2

Evening Concert, Saint-Chapelle

This poem is giving a very deep description of what it's like to experience an evening concert and the beautiful Saint-Chapelle in Paris, France. At first it describes the beautiful glass stained windows that have the light shining through them to display amazing colors and how these colors are reflected across the Seine, or river. The orchestra is setting up and begisn to play pieces by the famous Vivaldi and Brahms. The poem says, "...so that the listening eye saw suddenly the black lines, in shapes of shield and cross and strut and brace...." This is saying that the orchestra played the pieces so beautifully that the audience could imagine the story that was being told within the music. At the end of the poem it says," our violins were cased in thin but solid sheets of lead." This last line is saying that at the end of the concert everything that happened before has a thin layer over it. Which means that the past is the past and there is no use worrying over what can not be changed.

Sorry it's late! I kept thinking yesterday was Saturday! These three day weekends have me all confused!