"Vintage Tutu" by Anna Bain Rose‘See the Music’ and Other Poetry by Joe Tessitore The Society March 28, 2018 Beauty, Poetry 25 Comments See the Music Mysterious the inner eye that hears the dancers flying by across the stage in grand jete’ as woodwind, horn and cello play And there, just barely in the wings the graceful ballerina sings the song of butterfly and swan to the pirouette of the baton See the music! hear the dance! alchemy of pure romance transforming even sound and sight into an ever-new delight Ballerina Moth A tiny ballerina moth in costume made of fairy cloth danced around a brilliant light on each and every Summer night She leaped and paused and fluttered and spun on a stage as bright as the noonday sun and all who saw her were impressed – her dancing was the very best And when the Autumn leaves did fall she made her final curtain call like all who danced before the light and will again next Summer night Leaves We dance but for a moment swirling in the Autumn breeze and beneath a snowy blanket there we spend the Winter freeze Bursting forth again in Springtime over valley, wood and glade and we all join hands in Summer we the canopy of shade Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. CODEC Stories:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 25 Responses E. V. "Beth" Wyler March 28, 2018 Good morning! I enjoyed reading your poems. E. V. Wyler Reply Joe Tessitore March 28, 2018 Thanks Beth. A poem came from my less-than-admirable encounter with you: in the shadows….. the poem that I’ll never write is over there, just out of sight could prob’ly see it if I try I never do…I wonder why? a fleeting glimpse and nothing more it’s kind of easy to ignore could prob’ly catch but I don’t chase ‘cause then myself I’d have to face Thanks again! Reply E. V. "Beth" Wyler March 28, 2018 Glad to have been of inspiration! Sometimes even in our darkest moments, beauty can be found in truth. E. V. Fr. Richard Libby March 28, 2018 It’s a wonderful thing to appreciate dancing on the stage, and also to be able to see it in nature! You’ve done a good job capturing these moments for us. Congratulations, Mr. Tessitore! Reply Joe Tessitore March 28, 2018 Thanks very much Father! Reply Trevor Siggers March 28, 2018 Evocative lines tapped out for you I hear the notes on tip-toe rise The poet’s music sings as dance Before your stagestruck eyes Terrific all – the dancer, moth and Autumn’s fall. Joe, simply beautiful and thank you for sharing, Trevor Reply Joe Tessitore March 28, 2018 Thanks you very much! Reply Joe Tessitore March 28, 2018 Thanks Trevor so much!!! Reply daniel miltz March 28, 2018 beautiful,,,,] From: Daniel J. Miltz, Poet/ Writer Reply Joe Tessitore March 28, 2018 Thank you Daniel! Reply David Hollywood March 28, 2018 Very pleasing imagery allied to a pleasant sense of lightness. Thank you. Reply Joe Tessitore March 28, 2018 Thanks David! Reply Amy Foreman March 28, 2018 Beautiful poems, Joe, as always! Thank you for these evocative word-pictures. Reply Joe Tessitore March 28, 2018 Thanks Amy, very much! Reply David Paul Behrens March 28, 2018 Very nice, Joe. I could almost hear the music a see the ballerina. Well done. Reply David Paul Behrens March 28, 2018 Of course, what I mean is: I could almost hear the music and see the ballerina. Reply Joe Tessitore March 28, 2018 Thanks very much David! Leo Yankevich March 28, 2018 I enjoyed these delightful poems hugely, Joe. Reply Joe Tessitore March 28, 2018 Thank you so much, Leo! Reply Jenni Wyn Hyatt March 29, 2018 Three beautiful interpretations of dancing, Joe. I love “see the music! hear the dance!” Reply David Watt March 29, 2018 An enjoyable trio of poems with appropriately light and lilting lines. Well done Joe! Reply Joe Tessitore March 29, 2018 Thank you all so very much!!! Reply James Sale March 29, 2018 Some beautiful lines in this; they lift the spirit. There’s also a kind of poetry in the ascription too, isn’t there? The ” retired New York City resident” – have we really retired from New York City, Joe? Where are you, friend? The English language – don’t-ya-just-love-it? It’s ambiguity gives it so much life! Reply Joe Tessitore March 29, 2018 Still here in the city. Working on one in “dialect “: Dante! Whaddya say? Shakespeare! Whaddya hear? What’s not to love about the English language? Reply David Paul Behrens April 24, 2018 I lived in Washington Heights, the Lower East Side and sometimes in Washington Square Park when I couldn’t book a room in a Bowery Hotel. I lived in the city for several years, off and on, during the early seventies. I miss it a lot and I envy you if you still live there. Take care, Joe. Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Captcha loading...In order to pass the CAPTCHA please enable JavaScript. Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Joe Tessitore March 28, 2018 Thanks Beth. A poem came from my less-than-admirable encounter with you: in the shadows….. the poem that I’ll never write is over there, just out of sight could prob’ly see it if I try I never do…I wonder why? a fleeting glimpse and nothing more it’s kind of easy to ignore could prob’ly catch but I don’t chase ‘cause then myself I’d have to face Thanks again! Reply
E. V. "Beth" Wyler March 28, 2018 Glad to have been of inspiration! Sometimes even in our darkest moments, beauty can be found in truth. E. V.
Fr. Richard Libby March 28, 2018 It’s a wonderful thing to appreciate dancing on the stage, and also to be able to see it in nature! You’ve done a good job capturing these moments for us. Congratulations, Mr. Tessitore! Reply
Trevor Siggers March 28, 2018 Evocative lines tapped out for you I hear the notes on tip-toe rise The poet’s music sings as dance Before your stagestruck eyes Terrific all – the dancer, moth and Autumn’s fall. Joe, simply beautiful and thank you for sharing, Trevor Reply
David Hollywood March 28, 2018 Very pleasing imagery allied to a pleasant sense of lightness. Thank you. Reply
Amy Foreman March 28, 2018 Beautiful poems, Joe, as always! Thank you for these evocative word-pictures. Reply
David Paul Behrens March 28, 2018 Very nice, Joe. I could almost hear the music a see the ballerina. Well done. Reply
David Paul Behrens March 28, 2018 Of course, what I mean is: I could almost hear the music and see the ballerina. Reply
Jenni Wyn Hyatt March 29, 2018 Three beautiful interpretations of dancing, Joe. I love “see the music! hear the dance!” Reply
David Watt March 29, 2018 An enjoyable trio of poems with appropriately light and lilting lines. Well done Joe! Reply
James Sale March 29, 2018 Some beautiful lines in this; they lift the spirit. There’s also a kind of poetry in the ascription too, isn’t there? The ” retired New York City resident” – have we really retired from New York City, Joe? Where are you, friend? The English language – don’t-ya-just-love-it? It’s ambiguity gives it so much life! Reply
Joe Tessitore March 29, 2018 Still here in the city. Working on one in “dialect “: Dante! Whaddya say? Shakespeare! Whaddya hear? What’s not to love about the English language? Reply
David Paul Behrens April 24, 2018 I lived in Washington Heights, the Lower East Side and sometimes in Washington Square Park when I couldn’t book a room in a Bowery Hotel. I lived in the city for several years, off and on, during the early seventies. I miss it a lot and I envy you if you still live there. Take care, Joe.
