You've shown me your albums of pictures containing Five hundred diversified scenes, I've nodded and smiled while you kept on explaining Exactly what each of them means; I've lamped every building and tower and steeple And even pretended, somehow, To like all your snapshots of quite unknown people But—I'VE got a camera now. I've heard of each view that you took, how you shot it, The why and the where and the when, I've heard of your lens, just how cheaply you got it, Again and again and again. You've told me the weather conditions surrounding Each picture you've taken, I vow; I've borne the whole thing with a patience abounding But—I'VE got a camera now. And I shall fill albums with people whose faces Are quite unfamiliar to you, And I shall take pictures of all sorts of places Exceedingly boresome to view, I'll show them to @3you,@1 and I'll babble of lenses Till weariness crinkles your brow, I've listened to all of your kodaking frenzies But—I'VE got a camera now! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE VOICELESS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON THE LOST CHORD by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG CHARACTERS: ELIZABETH RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |