10 of the Best Poems about Music
The greatest poems about music and singing
Music and poetry were once natural bedfellows, with many ‘poems’ being sung to music for entertainment at feasts and royal courts, or in local taverns. If, as Walter Pater said, all art constantly aspires towards the condition of music, then it’s little surprise that so many poets have tried to write poetry that is ‘musical’ in some sense. Here are ten of the best poems about music, song, dance, instruments, and the like.
Anonymous, ‘When the Nightingale Sings’. This medieval poem dating from the early fourteenth century begins, in Middle English, ‘When the nyhtegale singes, / The wodes waxen grene, / Lef ant gras ant blosme springes / In Averyl, Y wene’: in modern English, ‘When the nightingale sings, the woods grow green, leaf and grass and blossom spring in April, I believe’. This happens across England, ‘Bituene Lyncolne ant Lyndeseye, / Northamptoun ant Lounde’ (‘Lyndesey’ or Lindsey probably refers to the Anglo-Saxon kingdom in the north of England, what is now East Yorkshire).
Sir Thomas Wyatt, ‘My Lute Awake!’. Here, the Tudor poet Sir Thomas Wyatt – who served as a diplomat at the court of King Henry VIII – calls on his lute – the stringed instrument more or less synonymous with Tudor music – to help him ‘perfourme the last / Labour’ that he wishes to perform. Why? Because a woman has spurned Wyatt: ‘she’ repulses his ‘suyte and affection’.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 8. In this sonnet, which begins ‘Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly’, Shakespeare tries to persuade a young man to marry and have children. Why are you sad when you hear music, he asks? Since you yourself are as beautiful and harmonious as music, why are you sad when you hear actual music? This is wrong, Shakespeare goes on to argue, because sweet things should be in agreement with other sweet things, joyful things with other joyful things – and since you and music are both beautiful, it is wrong that you should be made sad by music.
John Dryden, ‘Alexander’s Feast, or the Power of Music’. This 1697 ode by one of the seventeenth century’s most influential poets was written in honour of St Cecilia’s Day – Cecelia being the patron saint of music. Handel later set Dryden’s words to music.
Percy Shelley, ‘To—’. Better known by its first two lines – ‘Music, when soft voices die, / Vibrates in the memory’ – this eight-line poem by one of the greatest of the Romantic poets sums up one of the truest things about music: its ability to be recalled in our memories long after hearing it.
Walt Whitman, ‘I Hear America Singing’. Although Whitman was a pioneer of free verse and often wrote long, expansive poems, ‘I Hear America Singing’ is just eleven lines long, though Whitman crams a lot into those eleven lines. What better way to continue our brief introduction to America’s best poets than with a poem by one of American poetry’s pioneers, praising the many different people in his nation and the various songs they sing?
Robert Browning, ‘The Pied Piper of Hamelin’. The story of the German piper who lures rats away from the town with his music dates from the Middle Ages, but it was the Victorian poet Robert Browning’s version that would become the definitive poetic telling in English. Okay, so the piper is a rat-catcher and we are dealing with a poem about rats rather than mice, but we couldn’t resist this classic rodent poem…
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, ‘A Musical Instrument’. Focusing on the piper-god from Greek mythology, Pan, this poem by one of Victorian literature’s most popular poets tells of how the god of shepherds fashions a flute from the reeds in a river, and starts to produce enchanting music. Arthur Machen borrowed the title of his 1894 novella The Great God Pan from Barrett Browning’s poem, where it recurs a number of times.
Walter de la Mare, ‘Music’. Music can put us in touch with the past – our deep past, as Walter de la Mare suggests in this short poem. Music makes the lovely things in the world even lovelier, and connects us to the spiritual and numinous aspects of the world.
Elizabeth Bishop, ‘I Am in Need of Music’. This sonnet by one of the twentieth century’s greatest American poets reflects on the ‘magic made by melody’, the healing power that music has over our emotions. The imagery in the sonnet’s closing sestet is like a visual description of the sensual power of music, which at its best seems to transcend the traditional senses.