Magic of the Disc by Dorothea Dowling

You seemed still water standing
lost in the magic of the disc;
your eyes downcast, your two hands clasped,
list’ning in the music store!
the discord of the city street,
the jangle of the lurching trams,
belonged to some world out of tune
beyond the portals of the door.

And seeing you thus, I did not speak
nor span the intervening space
that would have splintered like thin glass
the look of rapture on your face.

From: Dowling, Dorothea, Twenty-One Poems, 1954, Edgar Bragg: Sydney, p. 5.
(http://www.slv.vic.gov.au/auspoetry/0/9/8/doc/ac0981-005-0005.shtml)

Date: 1954

By: Dorothea Dowling (191?- )

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