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[Psiche]

Hi

The dancers wreathed and grouped in moving patterns,
The violins were weaving a weft of silver,
The horns were weaving a lustrous brede of gold,
And time was caught in a glistening pattern.

Could anybody explain to me these lines?
Please, thank you

[Anglika]

Originally Posted by Psiche

Hi

The dancers wreathed and grouped in moving patterns,
The violins were weaving a weft of silver,
The horns were weaving a lustrous brede of gold,
And time was caught in a glistening pattern,
Time, too elusive to hold ..

Could anybody explain to me these lines?
Please, thank you

What a sad poem this is!

Weft - the threads which are used to create a pattern in weaving.
Brede - archaic form of the word "braid"

Time has been trapped in a glistening gold and silver tapestry created by the violins and horns, the pattern mimicked by the movements of the dancers, but time is elusive and cannot be held captive.

[Psiche]

THANK YOU VERY MUCH .
It's like I have thought, the sense of these lines I mean.
You are right, it's a very sad poem, but I love it for this reason

See you soon