Difference between revisions of "Pan pipes"

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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To laugh as he sits by the river,<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To laugh as he sits by the river,<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;Making a poet out of a man:<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;Making a poet out of a man:<br>
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&nbsp;&nbsp;The true gods sigh for the cost and pain&nbsp<br>
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&nbsp;&nbsp;The true gods sigh for the cost and pain&mdash;<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;For the reed which grows nevermore again<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;For the reed which grows nevermore again<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As a reed with the reeds of the river.<br>
 
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As a reed with the reeds of the river.<br>

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Pan pipes are an ancient musical instrument consisting of a set of bamboo pipes of different lengths, each of which plays a single note. The pipes are closed at the bottom end and have no holes. They are played by blowing across the open end of the pipe, rather like playing pop bottle.

Variations on the pan pipes are found in many countries of the world. The pan pipes are used in the Andean music of Peru and Chile. In recent years the pan pipes were popularized by the Romanian musician Zamfir.

In literature

Elizabeth Barrett Browning's poem, A Musical Instrument, uses the mythical pipes of Pan as a metaphor, suggesting that great art is produced only with great personal cost to the artist. In the poem, Browning says, Pan creats his musical instrument only by damaging the riverside, killing lilies and driving away the dragonflies as he tears out a reed. He then "hack'd and hew'd" at the reed, "drew the pith, like the heart of a man" and "notch'd the poor dry empty thing in holes." The experiment is successful; the last two stanzas read

  Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!
    Piercing sweet by the river!
  Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!
  The sun on the hill forgot to die,
  And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly
    Came back to dream on the river.

  Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,
    To laugh as he sits by the river,
  Making a poet out of a man:
  The true gods sigh for the cost and pain—
  For the reed which grows nevermore again
    As a reed with the reeds of the river.