They tell me that I have this gift from you Of writing phrases in a rhythmic way; They tell—but words so often are untrue I've come to question everything they say. Of course we've heard exactly how it's done: The germ-cells, chromosomes, and all, you know. (It would be funny, if it were not sad To have them prove how this and that is so.) But, since the end's the same in either case, Here is a tale I think will please you more: My old soul, rested from its heaven-sleep, Came groping back for flesh to build a door, And having dreamed, perhaps, a bit too long, And being very full of rhythm still, Was glad to find you in my mother's house Writing a poem upon the window-sill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER THIS I REMEMBER by ELISABETH CHANNING ALLEN NORTHERN EARTH MOOD by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. ON MISS HELEN FAUCIT'S JULIET by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 1 by GEORGE BARKER SONG: FOR THEE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A DIALOGUE ON NATUREM POWER AND USE OF HUMAN LEARNING, IN RELIGION by JOHN BYROM |