Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

THE LOST TRUMPET by NATHALIA CRANE

First Line: IT LIES IN A BROOKLYN GARRET
Last Line: NOT EVEN A TRAFALGAR SQUARE.
Subject(s): BALACLAVA, CRIMEA; TRUMPETS;
It lies in a Brooklyn garret,
A symbol of glory mislaid,
The trumpet that sounded the order --
The Charge of the Light Brigade.

The bugle of Balaklava --
The first of the orisons --
It holdeth the chant of the horses,
The roar of the Russian guns.

It lies in a Brooklyn garret
In glorious truancy there.
But fame needs no framework or easel,
Not even a Trafalgar Square.



Home: PoetryExplorer.net