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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SMALL POET INQUIRES, by FLORENCE CROW First Line: I do not know the organ notes Last Line: Shall I not play? | |||
I do not know the organ notes, Its stops and keys, And so I cannot thunder its Full harmonies. I cannot draw a cello bow Across its strings So that you catch your breath and say An angel sings. But if I own a little pipe -- A hollow reed -- And know a tune that's wild and thin Yet sweet indeed, Learned of the river and the wind One autumn day -- Learned maybe at the river's edge, Shall I not play? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY AFTERNOON by FLORENCE CROW OLD MILL TEA-ROOM by FLORENCE CROW DEATH (1) by MAXWELL BODENHEIM CHARITAS NIMIA; OR THE DEAR BARGAIN by RICHARD CRASHAW LAST WORDS TO A DUMB FRIEND by THOMAS HARDY AFTER THE PLEASURE PARTY by HERMAN MELVILLE THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD by THEODORE O'HARA ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA by PHILLIS WHEATLEY LET HER SLEEP! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TWO OF A KIND by WALTER TALLMADGE ARNDT |
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