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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE POET AND THE BABY, by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR Poet's Biography First Line: How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell Last Line: That I wonder what 's the use of writing mine. Subject(s): Children; Mothers; Poetry & Poets; Childhood | |||
How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell, -- How's he going to weave the dim, poetic spell, -- When a-toddling on the floor Is the muse he must adore, And this muse he loves, not wisely, but too well? Now, to write a sonnet, every one allows, One must always be as quiet as a mouse; But to write one seems to me Quite superfluous to be, When you've got a little sonnet in the house. Just a dainty little poem, true and fine, That is full of love and life in every line, Earnest, delicate, and sweet, Altogether so complete That I wonder what 's the use of writing mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE ERE SLEEP COMES DOWN TO SOOTHE THE WEARY EYES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |
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