Is it a wish -- that tiny tin whistle Out on a leafless branch throwing a missile, Wrapped in a dip and a lift, like a bow Of rain turned somersault, curve down below: Tip-dip-tipping a phrase and a blow, Releasing a flute in a piccolo, And striking an ear with a short, thin dart, Pinning a secret one hides in a heart? If it isn't a wish, why does it tarry? If it wasn't fulfilled, how far did it carry? Was it too stunted to be sentimental? Or much too local to be continental? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN THE DEPARTURE OF THE GOOD DAEMON by ROBERT HERRICK PEACE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TWO LIVES: CONCLUSION. INDIAN SUMMER by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE OUTGOING OF SABBATH by ALTER ABELSON THE COMBAT, BETWEENE CONSCIENCE AND COVETOUSNESSE by RICHARD BARNFIELD |