Who carved that little gargoyle? What is it doing there In that little crooked Breton Street That leads into the square? Who placed it on that tiny house To be peering down -- The only little gargoyle, The lost little gargoyle, Not another little gargoyle In all that little town? Who placed it on that Breton house, Hunched underneath the eaves, To be in hiding half the year Behind the poplar leaves? And oh, why did he put it there, Leaning on the summer air? * * * * * I want to carve a gargoyle -- You ought to have one too. I'd carve it on your little house The way these Frenchmen do, Close set beside your window For company for you. If I carved it very neatly, Might it ever chance to be You would lean out and look at it And sometimes think of me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WRECK OF THE DEUTSCHLAND by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS FACADE: 17. DARK SONG by EDITH SITWELL FIFTY FAGGOTS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS ON HEARING THAT THE STUDENTS OF OUR NEW UNIVERSITY JOINED AGITATION .. by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ODE TO A CHILD by MATHILDE BLIND IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A LESSON IN HUMILITY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BEAUTY CRUCIFIED by ANNA SHAW BUCK TO MISS FERRIER; ENCLOSING THE ELEGY ON SIR J. H. BLAIR by ROBERT BURNS |